How do I address you 

You are here, once you’re called

. You reach out to that call, 

where you don’t even know who the caller is.

 You respond to that beacon, where you stand firm to give your best.

You lend that helping hand, where you’re unaware of it’s actuals.

 You leave your comfort, where you stretch out yourself to prove your duty. Irrespective of caste, creed you accommodate as sigh of relief. 

You come in need, you come as the smile to the thirsty.

 You perform the unexpected, unbelievable from dawn to dusk. 

How do I thank you? 

How do I know, next when again we shall meet?

 How do I address you?

 (This poem I dedicate to all the Nursing Fraternity)  

-Ms Lopamudra Batabyal