[Faaizah Mohd Ali]

A Little girl
With godly curl To her mummy said she
Doctor I want to be

Let me see
If doctor I want to be

What must I have
Thought the little brave

A long white coat
And a thing with knot

On a dangling rope
They call a stethoscope

For action
I must have injection

A syringe with a needle
In the middle

A thermometer to measure
Patient's temperature

Some spirit cool
And some cotton-wool

Syrups, ointments and tabs
Scissors, bandages and caps

In my bag all there
Ready to serve without fees

To all I must be good
Their pains I must soothe

I do not care for fee
To poor I will serve free

Pains are bad
And sufferings sad

To the old I will care
Mother's suffering I will share

To the sick
I will be meek

Unhappiness I shall cure
Doctor I will be for sure

In my little heart
There is this restless fire
You may call it my desire

That doctor be I must
That in God I trust

That to serve God
And to please my Lord

I must serve mankind
Without looking behind

Mother dear that day
Will be my happy day

WHEN DOCTOR I WILL BE

To cure for the pleasure of God
To serve mankind for my Lord

[Reza]

Beautiful..

[Faaizah Mohd Ali]

this is the same thing i was thinking when i was young and still thinking about it..

[Abid357]

Being a doctor requires so much of studies. And this poem is amazing by the way. Each sentence is so short and yet perfectly rhymed. Jazak Allahu khair for sharing sister, and oh may Allah grant you you thought.