Growing up, goodbye mostly meant;
see you soon, catch you later, etc.
The health worker however thinks it’s a fallacy.
Instead of zapping out the pain, it sharpens it.
What’s so good about a goodbye?
Is it cutting the fun?
Or the prospect of departure?
What makes a “goodbye” good?
To the health worker,
goodbyes are never said;
They fight daily battles with death.
FYI, they don’t lose, it’s just that death usually has an upper hand over them.
Eyes containing tears not supposed to be shed.
Hearts full of emotions barred from being expressed.
They contemplate on how to relay the unfortunate message.
How will it be received?
Sighs, dejection, mostly disappointment.
Health workers are not stoic.
They are not sadists.
They bear the scars from their battles with bravado.
“Ayekoo” to you all.
Each and every day, you hide your scars from the world,
but your struggles would be repaid
a thousand fold in due time.
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