Medpoet.

We got the chance

In the arena of life's dance

T'is time to use it

Tap our feet



Each had his own

All have their own

To try and shine

To do the best

And be ahead of the rest



We have chances ,

To prove our worth,

In the arena of bloody bed linen

Of wails and heart-rending cries

Of people in need of rest



We have a chance ,

To salvage the situation,

To bring hope to the population,

Life to the dead,

And joy to the sad



We have the chance while we live,

For what we ought to give ,

Is our full share of devotion,

To what we do best



Chances never come in vain,

Nor to one parking in the lane,

Let our chances kill the pain,

Like showers of morning rain.