A heart that beats too fast or slow, With rhythms wild, out of control, May find its cure through steady hands, Ablation’s art, precise demands.
A catheter, through veins it glides, To reach the chambers deep inside, Where currents err and signals stray, The heart's own rhythm led astray.
With heat or cold, the tissue bends, To heal the breaks, the heart defends, Tiny scars mark where once it raced, The errant pulse is now replaced.
In atrial fibrillation’s storm, Or tachycardia’s frantic form, Ablation calms the restless beat, Restores the heart’s essential feat.
For those with breathless nights endured, Or chest pains sudden, sharp, and pure, This gentle burn, this icy flare, Brings hope to hearts in need of care.
A pulse that flows with newfound grace, A steady beat, a peaceful pace, The chaos tamed, the danger gone, The heart, once broken, now beats on.
