Beneath the lens, a silent world,

Cells and stains, their shapes unfurled.

A crimson tale in a single slide,

Where life and death in hues collide.

A pathologist’s hands, steady and sure,

Seeking answers, sharp and pure.

Yet beyond the glass, the heart still sees

The weight of whispered tragedies.

A mother's hope in a tissue smear,

A father's fear in drops so clear.

The ink of fate on a biopsy sheet,

Echoes loud in pulses weak.

Yet here, amidst the muted cries,

A deeper truth in silence lies.

For every cell, each fragile thread,

Holds a story, words unsaid.

Not just fragments—human grace,

A journey mapped in time and space.

Beyond the slides, beyond the test,

Lies the heartbeat of our quest.