In corridors where whispers dwell, They move with grace in quiet stride, With gentle touch, their stories tell, Of battles…
In the quiet halls, they tread with gentle grace, Their hearts a beacon, in this sacred place. With hands that…
In the quiet halls of healing, Where whispers of hope reside, Nurses tread with tender steps, Their hearts an open…
In the quiet dawn, I find your silhouette, A beacon of strength, unwavering and true, With hands that have weathered…
In fields of green and skies of blue, They march with hearts so brave and true. With courage forged in…
In the darkest nights, you stand so tall, A beacon of hope, you heed the call. Your strength and wisdom,…
In the quiet dawn, I see him rise, A silent figure, with gentle eyes. His hands, though worn, hold stories…
In the quiet moments of dawn, I see your silhouette, calm and strong. With every step you take, every word…
On the hallowed ground where legends tread, The echo of cricket’s timeless call, Batsmen and bowlers in harmony wed, As…
In shadows deep where fears reside, A spark ignites, a beacon’s guide. Through whispered doubts and silent cries, Bravery’s light…