Walk Tall, Walk Tall, Walk Tall, Walk Tall.
Were words constantly on repeat,
As I walked through the halls of the OPD for the very first time.
Taking in the smell of the hospital,
That people usually hate,
But it only reminded me, my purpose of being here.
With a smile on my face I approach my very first patient,
With a friend along side me,
Ready with our pen to take our first ever patient history.
Well I didn't do much that day,
The patient spoke proper marathi and I didn't
My friend did most of the job,
But the way she looked upon me,
Even if it was the white coat that did the magic,
I was a Doctor.