Listen, your hand is my Thermometer—
Measures fever, warmth and agony
Ignites my blood cell tuning a symphony!
Look, your smile is my medication—
Erases pain, fatigue and melancholy
Waves my neuron arousing body melody!
You, darling, my valentine nurse—
Wears a white apron spreading red roses
In my Intensive Care Unit!
By Tushar Kabir
Dhaka. Bangladesh
