Through the narrow path of the nose, they go, With tools of light that softly glow, No need for cuts upon the skin, The journey starts, precision within.
An endoscope, like a tiny guide, In nasal caverns it will glide, To polyps, sinuses, tumors deep, It treads where ancient shadows creep.
For sinus woes or tumors near, The surgeon’s touch is soft but clear, With every turn and gentle grace, They treat what lingers in that space.
The skull’s base, delicate and strong, Through nasal ways, the route is long, Yet through this path, they safely go, To heal, to mend, with careful flow.
No scars to tell the tale of pain, Just faster healing that remains, The patient wakes with lighter breath, Freed from the weight of illness’ depth.
A marvel born from modern skill, In halls where silent tools fulfill, Endonasal surgery’s art, A gift of science, healing heart.
So, let the light of knowledge beam, For every patient, hope supreme, Through nostrils small, the surgeons steer, And healing comes with each frontier.
