Silver Medals Of A Nurse - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
On the footsteps of Saint Mother Teresa,
I saw her walking on the burning road,
She can think, she can feel,
And she thinks and feels,
Bare footed on the road in a burning sun,
Like a desert she loses her temper,
When the sun irritates her thirsty soul,
Like a moon she is quickly cooled down,
I see blisters of her feet,
And I see a smile on her face.
She has lost confidence in all humans,
Still she loves children, she loves animals,
No surprise children are angels,
Not humans like us,
And animals don’t deceive those,
Who love them and give food to them,
When she gives gifts to the sweet children,
She looks like a Santa female,
When she gives food to hungry animals,
She looks like a saint sister,
See her greatness even having lost confidence in humans,
She has been serving humanity,
Whole day whole night, restless!
Healing wounds of the victims of terror,
Serving sick and ailing men, women and children!
Sister who says you have lost confidence in humans?
Your service as a nurse reflects your confidence in humans,
I see a divine peace on your innocent face,
You appear a Mother Teresa smiling!
Smiling like the graceful Lady Diana!
Increasing silver in the silky hairs,
Are shining medals that no warrior was ever awarded,
Medals of generals are awarded by kings,
Your medals are awarded by the King of kings!
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