From lamp to screen, through time we’ve led,
Nurses going the extra miles, we’ve bled,
A demanding role, work pressure we dread,
Yet a burning desire for patient care, widespread.
A world in need, our growth unbound,
With every challenge, our passion profound,
But oft we’re caught, blame’s stifling sound,
In multidisciplinary teams, we’re sometimes drowned.
As patient advocates, we wear many hats,
Communicators, educators, diplomats,
Between doctors, dieticians, and more, we’re the bridge,
Our voice, their trust, in unity, we forge.
Our shifts begin, with hearts ablaze,
Identifying patients, through PPI’s gaze,
Administering care, in a tireless daze,
Seeking the best, through life’s intricate maze.
In the Drama Triangle, roles we play,
Rescuer, victim, persecutor, in disarray,
Our energy drained, our confidence swayed,
Errors may rise, as our strength is weighed.
So, dear comrades, let us ask and see,
How happy are we, in duty, truly?
Stepping beyond, our call of duty,
Time for self-realization, and clarity.
No more strangled, in the triangle’s game,
Each MDT, unique, their roles to claim,
Let us fix our boundaries, end persecution’s shame,
Focus on quality care, not quantity’s fame.
In extra miles we tread, our lamp burning bright,
With care and compassion, we’ll conquer the fight,
For in each nurse’s heart, a beacon of light,
Guiding the way, for the healing rite.