Poem: Born to Serve - Isha Aryal

Born to Serve

Exhilarated and panicked, both I was,
The first time I wore that dress as a student nurse.
The nervousness for a new experience to climb,
Especially how I'd help the sick to well in time.

Nights I've spent completing assignments,
Nights I've spent in reducing client’s pain .
I witnessed his pain and witnessed her suffering.
And couldn't sleep after seeing someone's going.

Can't forget the day when an old man raised his voice.
That day I couldn't stop tears rolling from my eyes.
And also the happiness and smile of pleasure,
When his wife appreciated me of good behavior.

Bygone the days when I was a student,
More responsibilities in my hand now I’ve held.
Now I've understood we can't stop the death,
Instead have the power to make everyone feel safe.

And also have realized the old man wasn't arrogant
He was grieving through displacement.
Throughout the years I've felt myself change
As I gradually learnt how people behave insurgence.

With an empty stomach, I've worked with a full bladder
Many a times I do feel I can't handle the workload any longer.
Often I've had a thought of giving up
But, then I understand it's not just a job.

I feel grateful to see a mother with a smile
After hours of labor pain when she holds baby in her style.
I feel happy to see my patient getting well and cure
I'm glad whatever the problem there's still a ray of hope for sure

When I close my eyes to get some rest
I thank God for believing me the best .
No matter how difficult day was to hold the nerve
At the end I feel glad I'm nurse, born to serve.

-RN Isha Aryal
B.Sc.Nursing
Green City Hospital, KTM