He collapsed in pain, unable to bear
Thought he would die, face writ with fear
The wailing ambulance and the cold wheelchair
From the comfort of home, to intensive care
Oxygen, saline, IV morphine
Put him to sleep, as the stents were put in
High-tech medicine worked overtime
His family sat stunned, by sudden shift of paradigm.
As morphine made him sleep sound
A set of angels hovered around
Their sharp eyes watched the monitor screen
Unperturbed by the beep and din
At his slightest moan and groan
They calmed him in a comforting tone
Whenever he opened his confused eyes
Those white-capped angels were there
For the next two days, and following night
Critical he was, but hope was in sight
By the weekend, he slowly improved
The crisis was over, surely beyond doubt
He thanked the doctors before he left
He believed their hands were ‘magical’ and ‘deft’
He thanked the great almighty God
‘Nothing happens without his supervision and nod’
He just forgot one little thing
Those Angels in the intensive wing
He knew them as nurses, without a name
In white uniform they all looked the same
Next time, in hospital, you do recover
Thank your stars, those angels were there
Do not forget, that they did not sleep,
because they knew, you have promises to keep
Scanners and manners in hospital are cold
Adds up to patients' tension untold
The smile of the nurse is the only hope
That helps patients fight back and cope
Nurses deserve a special ‘thanks’
For supporting us, on life’s slippery planks
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