An aged face in the dead of night
Flashing blinkers coax a fight
Bleeps are myriad and so the lamps
Age and gurney falter over ramps
Raanu and Laago by old lady’s side
Comforting the jerks of a bumpy ride
Tending and tucking trailing lines
A score of tubes and cluttered twines
Dr Ramee and Nasaree by patient’s bed
Wondering of the wind, the code is red
Labored the breaths, flicker the lights
Through lead glass pane vexing sights
Nurses and doctors spin like tops
As the CT tech in earnest hops
Composed the nurses, counting drops
Cleaner by the door side with her mops
Clueless and detached the maids eyes
A year of turmoil won’t build those ties
In muddle of languages no us or them
Professional and cool my staff is a gem
The huff and puff of strained thread
Amid whirr of my CT’s motorized bed
Weary eyes on the vital displays
For pulses now lap at distant bays
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