Old time ladies in white,
Wearing flowing gown and cap.
But what about the men?
Men in white perhaps.

Now dresses in scrubs of different colors,
Wearing smiles and stethoscope.
Stewards in the streets of hospital,
Even in homes.

No moment of rest,
Not when you are in pain.
Share the pains with you,
Even the joys.

Nightingale, an icon
Worth remembering.
Someone carrying a lamp in the dark?
Here she comes.

Bore her a name,
Lady with the lamp.
Her resilience,
A footstep still held on to.

Even in country like ours,
Someone's shinning touch light?
Here she comes.
To know what's keeping you awake.

Present at birth,
As you journey in life,
And in death.
Work round the clock, 24/7.

Crying in pain and no one understands?
They do.
Even in death,
Care is all they do.

In another diction,
I did call them warriors!
Not with spear but syringe,
Combating the enemy, disease.