Florence Nightingale Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

She went around
The warcamps with
A hurricane lamp,
Nurisng the wounded
Soldiers, who fought
For their nations,
But did she have
A fright in mind
Of the night and unknown,
With love glowing
In her heart all could see
Whispering to the wounded,
And crying men,
A lone woman amongst
Fighters, she was
An angel that people
Could see and feel,
Curing as many
As she could, shedding
and paying for the dead
With the voice of a noghtingale.

Ravikiran Arakkal