AN ODE TO THE MEDICAL WARRIORS

The time it all started, seems like a lifetime ago,

There were just enough days for us to read, grasp and know.

The world around us was changing, getting swept as we spoke,

Though far from the fire, we were getting closer to the smoke. 

What started as a ripple, then broke out as a wave,

Then another and another, there was much we couldn't save.

For some it was a chance to feel safe in their confines, 

To clean, to cook, to read a book, to relish as their family entwines.

Their highs and lows, their frustrations, all kept within the door.

Their home became this haven, it had never been before. 

For some however life, took a very different path.

They were stationed far from their loved ones, much closer to the wrath.

They covered themselves in armours of blues, whites and greens.

For months they looked at the world from behind their head shield screens.

They were accountable and clueless all the same, a precarious position to be.

Miles and miles of needy souls was all that they could see. 

"Warriors" they were called with all the claps and drums and noise.

They had no choice but to push forward with all their might and poise.

Were they frustrated too? Oh yes!! With every shroud they lay!

Of losing their loved ones and themselves, so many fears at play!

The only way was to move forward, so they put their head, heart and hand,

Into finding ways to defeat an enemy that came out to be so grand. 

After months and months of perseverance, they could finally see the light!

It seemed the world could breathe again, it seemed we were winning the fight!

This is an ode to the warriors, the front line workers as they say,

Who gave their life, their heart and soul every night and day!

To heal a world and let it stand, to endure what's left to unfold.

Hiding within those red marked cars, would be several such stories untold!