The bond of love with brother

 In a world of wonders, a bond divine,

Woven in love, with threads that shine,

Rakhi, a symbol, of a love so true,

Binding hearts together, me and you.

A silken thread, so tender and bright,

Tied on the wrist, like a guiding light,

Siblings' embrace, a heartfelt smile,

In this sacred bond, we find our aisle.

Through laughter and tears, we stood as one,

Through joys and fears, our journey begun,

With Rakhi's grace, we conquer the tide,

A bond of love, none can divide.

In childhood days, we played and roamed,

Hand in hand, a friendship bloomed,

You were my protector, my guiding star,

In your loving presence, I felt no scar.

As we grew, time took its toll,

But the bond we share, it never grows old,

In every trial, you lent a hand,

Together we faced, and we'd withstand.

Though distances may keep us apart,

Rakhi's thread binds our soul and heart,

No matter where life's path may lead,

In this eternal bond, we find our need.

Oh Rakhi, the thread of love so pure,

Through every season, it will endure,

With love and care, I promise to stand,

Forever bound, by this sacred band.

Biopsies

 Biopsies

In the realm of whispers, shadows dance,

Where courage meets uncertainty's chance,

In the sacred chambers, life's tale lies,

A journey through the enigmatic guise.

Behold the realm of science's quest,

Where healing hearts never take rest,

In pursuit of truths that lie concealed,

Amidst the mystery that's revealed.

Biopsies, the sentinel's embrace,

Unraveling the veils, leaving no trace,

With needles sharp, a tender touch,

They seek the answers, oh so much.

Upon the canvas of flesh and bone,

A tapestry of stories yet unknown,

In tissues delicate, a whispered plea,

For knowledge to set the spirit free.

From deep within, they extract a piece,

A puzzle fragment, a fleeting lease,

Tiny heroes of hope they become,

In labs, where miracles are spun.

With bated breath, the wait begins,

As the dance of cells unfolds within,

The path revealed, a guiding light,

To conquer darkness, to face the night.

Though fear may knock on every door,

Biopsies hold the key to more,

To unveil the truth, to pave the way,

For a brighter dawn, a brand-new day.

So let us honor their profound grace,

These warriors in the medical space,

For every life they touch and mend,

A testament to their love, my friend.

In the realm of whispers, shadows cease,

Biopsies gift the soul with peace,

A journey through the enigmatic skies,

Where hope and healing harmonize.

Labology

 Labology

In the realm of science's dance, a wonder to behold,

Labology's artistry, its secrets yet untold.

A symphony of molecules, in vials they convene,

Within the hallowed chambers, the lab's vast and pristine.

Through frosted glass, the alchemists toil and play,

Unraveling mysteries, with every passing day.

They don their coats and goggles, their passion to explore,

And chart the realms of knowledge, unlocking nature's door.

Bubbling flasks and beakers, a chorus to the ear,

Intricate reactions whisper, so crystal clear.

The periodic table, a tapestry of grace,

Guides the seekers forward, as they navigate this space.

The Bunsen's flame ignites, a phoenix in the haze,

Illuminating pathways, to truth's eternal maze.

Microscopes reveal worlds unseen, a wondrous revelation,

As cells and atoms dance, in harmonious formation.

Labology, a language, where data tells its tale,

From chromatographic artistry to the witness of a scale.

Equations on whiteboards, a mathematical rhyme,

Balancing the elements, transcending space and time.

Yet beyond the art and science, lies a quest profound,

To cure, to heal, to understand, each mystery unbound.

From molecules to medicines, in labs we seek to find,

A better world for all, where empathy's enshrined.

So here's to those intrepid souls, in lab coats and in dreams,

Exploring realms unknown, pushing boundaries, it seems.

In this grand symphony of life, labology's refrain,

An ode to human spirit, the pursuit of knowledge's gain.

Silent heart

 Silent heart

In the chambers of the soul, a silence dwells,

A heart that bears untold tales it seldom tells,

With every beat, a whisper in the night,

A silent symphony, a hidden light.

In solitude, it weeps, unheard and still,

A river of emotions, a tranquil thrill,

It holds the weight of sorrow and of love,

A gentle spirit soaring like a dove.

Within its depths, a universe resides,

A cosmos of emotions it abides,

A canvas painted with dreams and desires,

A symphony of hopes, its strings and lyres.

In moments when the world seems dark and cold,

The silent heart is steadfast, strong, and bold,

It listens to the stories left unsaid,

A repository of tears that have been shed.

Yet, in its quietude, it finds its might,

For in the stillness, blooms its inner light,

A lighthouse in the tempest's raging sea,

Guiding lost souls to shores where they are free.

It whispers softly in the depths of night,

A beacon of compassion, love, and light,

A friend to all who seek solace and peace,

A sanctuary where all pain may cease.

So let us cherish this silent heart,

A precious gem, a work of timeless art,

For in its depths, the world's sorrows mend,

A sacred place where love and hope transcend.