The plastic cadence of the laptop
Keys as I clicked away exuded elegance
And a hypnotic rhythm against the quotidian din
Of the bustling ward:
Crying children, and muted conversations,
Purring equipment and whooshing ceiling fans.

I was businesslike and urgent
Keeping pace with the attending’s dictations
Typing faster than I could ever write
Hurtling closer to the workday’s end.

It had been tedious from morning:
We’d barely conquered the busy clinic in record time
And now we tackled the ward rounds
With brainstorms, standing at the bedsides.

The team had tired –
Fatigue had crept upon us;
And the delicate computer clicks
Altogether sounded so much like sighs!


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