The lamp that Florence Nightingale held then,
Still burns and shines its light in hands galore,
Of men, women well-trained with skills and ken,
Extending health care to the sick, the more.
So aptly called, ‘the year of the nurses',
The world is proud of such a profession,
That frees mankind of scourges and curses,
And slogs lifetime as if in obsession.
Without the nursing profession, the world
can't boast of health for all in trying times;
Twenty twenty, ‘year of nurses, midwifes'
Will win the war brought on by Covid climes.
Kudos to nurses globally who toil,
Ignoring their own safety norms, until
The patients turn better from every boil,
By taking injections and bitter pill.
Let's thank the nurses for their loving care
They render to the sick without returns;
These warriors against all germs, do dare
To serve the ill, till they themselves turn urns.
‘Happy International Nurses Day,2020! '
Fondly dedicated by an Indian Doctor Poet
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-05-2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem