Step after step, we approach the hospital
A summer of hot, humid Air
Astonishment fills, and we realize how little
of the human condition we know of or care.
India, the country of which we treck
surrounded by faces similar but unfamiliar,
acknowledgment of how we are simply specks
in a land where the abundant population for us bewilders.
We Arrive to the hospital, in the early morning heat
The appearance and smell to us did defeat,
The hill of challenge imposed daunted remarkably steep
As fear and discontent filled me through to my feet,
But halt I will not for I have nothing sewn for yet to reap.
Pace after pace, the internship proceeds
As I observe the cruelties of which man can endure
Crying, screaming, death and the deceased
Brought forth the human condition, and its potency ensured
Refuse not I did to stride on with confidence
Regardless of the hardships and maladies surrounding,
I do not allow fear to shrivel me to silence,
I guarantee to myself that my ability is abounding
The pestilence of fear doth still linger
in the back of my mind,
But I shant allow those memoies to vanish forever
lest I permit that Indian summer be left behind.