Adorned  in their  scrubs and masks,
A stethoscope around their neck ,
With a  dozen load  of pen,
And a handful of charts.
They walk through the corridors,
Where humans fight hope.

Days after days, shift after shift
With Swollen feet and tired eyes,
They show up for their patients.
Through the battles of hope and hopelessness.
Their calloused hands soothens
The worn and worried hearts.

They witness the miracle of birth,
They stand strong at face of death
Never agitates to go a mile beyond
Nor stands aback when a life is at stake .
A half eaten sandwich stays 
Yet never the patients be awaited.

Angels disguised as human
We call them " nurses".
They walk with determination 
And sacrifices alike ,
Missing out family dinners 
And Friday nights
Graduations and festivities 
To make a difference 
To make an impact

Aswathy.K. Babu