In sterile halls, where whispers reside,
A figure moves with grace and pride,
Guardians of healing, silent and strong,
Their hearts beat to a selfless song.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
They navigate in compassionate ways,
With hands that soothe and eyes that care,
They stand beside us, always there.
Beneath the masks, their smiles unseen,
They fight the battles, fierce and keen,
A touch, a word, a calming breath,
They walk the line ‘tween life and death.
Salute to nurses, humble and brave,
In every life, a mark they engrave,
Though unsung heroes, their deeds remain,
In the hearts theyâve healed, forever ingrained.