Every night we joined the ward round held by the doctors...
Moving from one bed to another
The soft spoken surgeon hardly to be heard
Even the whispering couldn't be nicely understood
For hours, just moving step by step
And I all I could give was just a smile for each patient
and patiently waiting the clock to turn to 11
so that I can run home~
maafkan sy zahir dan batin....
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