In the quiet chambers where ailments reside, A urologist works as a patient’s guide. To the labyrinth paths where waters flow, Through kidneys and bladders, their expertise shows.
With a practiced eye and a healing hand, They decipher the body’s silent command. From the pangs of stones that cause great pain, To bladders overfull, their care sustains.
Kidneys like sentinels cleanse and restore, Yet troubles may strike, like cancerous lore. With skill, they excise what threatens the core, Offering patients a chance to soar.
The male's complex frame they also defend, From life’s interruptions, they seek to mend. For prostate swelling or dysfunction’s sting, They bring relief, let hope take wing.
Infertility’s tears they gently allay, Lighting paths for a brighter day. In young ones, too, they mend and tend, Fixing flaws so the journey transcends.
With robots and lasers, precision’s their art, Guided by science, compassion, and heart. In the theater of surgery, they wield their might, Restoring balance, rekindling light.
They partner with peers, a multidisciplinary kin, To combat the struggles that brew within. Oncologists, nephrologists, gynecologists too, Together they chart a course anew.
To the unsung healer of the urinary stream, A savior of systems, a patient’s dream. Urologist, noble, your work profound, In your hands, life’s waters are safely bound.
