I am someone’s follower –
Some people call her
The lady with the lamp,
Others call her Florence Nightingale and
She’s one of my heroines.
She was a woman
But with a man’s heart,
She was not scared of blood –
Her deep concern was in nothing else
Except saving people’s lives.
Re-assuring the wounded,
Holding the weak,
Nursing the helpless,
Whispering words of courage
To those about to die.
Praying for those who are helpless,
Listening to the dying’s last words,
Closing the eyes and mouths
Of the dead –
That is the lady I am following.
I am a volunteer
For no remuneration
Could ever be equivalent
To the sacrifices I make,
Working day and night
Leaving my partner alone
For at least seven long nights,
Leaving my little ones lonely
Desperate and longing for their mother’s love.
Will anyone out there
Raise a voice of applause
Because of my contribution?
Will anyone out there
Praise me for the extra mile I walk
For the benefit of the nation?
Can you imagine
How difficult it is
To shut the doors for your loved ones
When we equally need each other?
Has anyone ever observed
The temptation I exposed my partner to
When I’m out there serving the nation?
Call me a failure
If you want
But I call myself a hero
Due to the sacrifices I make.
I sacrifice my time and family
In order to serve the nation.
Brothers and sisters
Let’s work with more commitment
For our job is more than just a job.
It’s more than working for men
But there’s a reward up there
From the Almighty God
Who is God of justice,
Who has observed
And is aware of all our sweating.
He will give us exactly what we deserve
When our lives come to an end.
Let the nation give a nurse
A round of applause
For my work is one of a kind.
Serving twelve hours a day
Is more than a sacrifice
Rejoice and realise everyone
That this nation without a nurse
Would never survive.
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