In joy and awe, I now recall
A journey wondrous and divine,
When through the trials of pregnancy
I met a guide, of rarest kind.
Dr Priyanka, true and wise,
Didst calm our hearts with steadfast eyes;
Through loss and grief, she heard our plea,
A beacon in the darkest sea.
We’d faced the woe of a babe unborn,
In September’s cru-el and sorrowed morn;
Despair did cloud our weary mind,
But soon a healer did we find.
From Google’s depths her name did spring,
Like gentle winds to sails that cling;
To her we turned, our fears confessed,
And in her care, we found our rest.
With patience vast as ocean wide,
She gave her time and ne’er denied
Our questions, fears, and silent cries—
A gentle calm in stormy skies.
Her voice, a balm to anxious hearts,
Did pierce the gloom and ease the darts;
She bade us not to fear the test,
But simply trust, and do our best.
Though bound to bed, I lay in wait,
She soothed each pang and eased my state;
No needless tests, no hurried haste,
Her wisdom spared no time to wast-e
By day or night, in dark or light,
Her care was constant, ever bright;
Through holiday and solemn hour,
She stood a guardian, firm in power.
And thus, through all her vigilance,
Her watchful eye and providence,
We were blessed with an angel fair,
A gift beyond all rich compare.
Oft’ do I thank the fates above
For sending us such skill and love;
My heart is full, my praise sincere,
For Dr Priyanka, kind and dear.
No thanks suffice, no words convey,
The gratitude we feel this day;
For she shall be, for all my life,
My guide, my healer, through all strife.
And so, to all who seek her care,
I sing her praise and boldly swear:
If high-risk roads thou art to tread,
To Dr Priyanka be thou led!