Many years ago, more years than I care to remember,                                                          
I stepped as a young student into the sanctum sanctorum, the NICU,
Irresistibly, my finger slipped into the beautiful little hand.
I gazed in awe; the hand had grasped my finger and my heart too.

It mattered not when I later learnt that the grasp was but a reflex,
For by this time the hand was tight around my heart,
To this very day we have journeyed together all the way, 
Making sure that o’er the years nothing could keep us apart.

The newborn has always been a part of my work, my life,
As a doctor, a researcher, a teacher and a counselor.
Pointing me in the direction of international health,
Taking me around the world to countries galore.

Through these numerous journeys around the world,
One fact was hard to understand, but plain to see.
How could a mighty atom with cries so loud,
Stay so many years cloaked in invisibility?