By: Omar Fathy
In hushed lab nights, I weave through the cellular cosmos, bearing witness to life's silent orchestration.
In hospital’s glaring lights, stories unfold on faces, intertwining hope and despair, awaiting interpretation.
Precision is in the DNA of science; compassion is in the genome of healing.
I traverse these worlds, straddling the realms of discovery and hope.
By: Maria Antony This short poem reflects on the journey of a person who has undergone a kidney transplant due to cystinosis, a rare...
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By: Isha Walawalkar Skipped breakfast and went vaccine canvassing. With hunger for community, I let my stomach sing. Stethoscope, wool...
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