Our Purpose (Mentor's Insights):
We are the third eye of the medical field,
the staff around which the snake
can crawl to its destiny, the diagnosis.
We are the boon
your 'Gods' ask for to bless you.
Vision and Perception
from the grace of the Sun to give light on your plight,
We ride on a time capsule
about the transformation of the flesh,
From fresh to musty
From musty to a refresh,
From bitter to better.
So many organs
And yet The only music to hear
Is of slices in bits
To orchestrate your fate.
Colours abound to give
the black and white of life-
using the grey cells, We travel to Area 17
to gather input to put in the verdict,
A verdict that doesn't differentiate colour
and is abstract. 

The Future (Stem cells doing research):
From the epithelial cells
That is, our teachers
Who Bound us tight together
To learn in unison
While diversifying our prospects
Like the EMTs becoming multipotent;
Times when Our professors
Who were our ancestors
Read from palm leaves
To deduce the palmar creases
Of the patient's fate
And palming out such a fate
For even us, their students
Via framing criteria and newer entities.
Through such a fate,
We have evolved from palm leaves
To a device in the palm of our hands
All deducing the fate
Sitting on a vacation
In the palm beaches-
Thanks to the deeper learning
Across all domains
With Al to fasten the Ai like
Process of diagnosis,
The advent of MesoSPIMs
shedding light on all the cells
To battery up our grey cells
providing melody
By making the path to remedy
As a counter to the battery
By the malady's discord.