I see the patience in your eyes,
Talking and being very kind,
And you’re trying to find,
What is not right with my mind.
I see the sweats on your sides,
Working hard day and night,
To keep the campus clean,
And you take breaks in between,
Talking to me like families.
I hear the steps of your feet,
Walking without feeling fatigue,
Sorting out mails and keep them neat,
Making sure to deliver the kits.
I hear the sound of your kiss,
On the forehead of a child,
And pray that she’ll be fine,
Sometimes I hear you sign,
And it’s ok to cry,
The hope is very high,
Because of all the signs,
You are my unsung heroes.