How possible is it to heal without extraordinary powers?
How possible is it to understand without examination?
How is it possible to deal with knives with skill and perfection?
It all seems to me like I’m climbing the Eiffel tower.
‘Is it going to be okay’, they are asked
‘We’ll try our best, ma’am’,they always say.
Giving assurance with a little bit of Ray
Sealing their emotions with a mask.
Bustling about with so much passion
Passing orders like a military regime
With the rhythmic sound of “pim,pim,pim”
Flowing round the hallways in concentration.
All they care about is saving lives,
Not ruminating over the consequences attached
And the blames,pain and sorrow of dispatch
Notwithstanding the content of some high-fives.
Indeed,they are lifesavers.
Making worthy sacrifices
And rewardless efforts of playing dices.
Are they not living gods to be remembered?
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