Hospitals Poem by Charnjit Patialvi

They are the temples on earth,
With second Gods working there,
Saving lives of the almost dead,
Pumping the breath in the breathless,
Reviving the beats of the dead hearts,
Those ailing are treated with love and care,
Men when get well and pray,
God! was it you here?
Holding the hands of the old,
Extending their span out of cold,
Cheers is on their cheeks,
Women when delivering, seeks,
Infants are brought to new world here,
By the safe hands as they are,
With immunity, care and smiles,
Keeps the lifeline going,
The patient’s needs preferred the most,
They really are the gods for men,
Their hands are Hands of God.