Proudly serving those who serve

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4 May 2026

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Poem: International Firefighters’ Day

​A wisp of smoke that seems random, an innocuous hint of flames-
A mishap requiring cooperation or raging bush fires that need to be tamed.
Emergency circumstances, natural disasters that strike-
Their endeavours increasing at every step, oblivious as danger spikes.
The familiar clanging of the bell, the red engine that looms
As the firefighters emerge as angels, amidst the carnage and the gloom.
Lugging heavy equipment, battling immense heat-
Smoke blurring their vision, trudging with unsteady feet.
Every rescue for them important, every piece of debris turned-
Impervious to every bruise that bleeds, to every spark that burns.
Faces that appear blackened by soot, sweat oozing through pores-
Yet voices echoing with determination as rescue efforts soar.
Every call that comes in heeded, every touch that spouts comfort-
Be it an animal stranded in a tree or fragile limbs are hurt.
The water pipes, their greatest ally; the ladders that touch the sky-
Well-coordinated are their movements as together, they death defy.
Neither are they deterred by peril, nor to rewards they lay claim-
No excuses to wait in the sidelines or turn of tide to blame.
Their incredible courage at all times, dedication unwavering through pain-
They might melt away into the darkness yet their legacy remains.
Their selfless service, a beacon of hope; in angst or joy, a part-
And so a rousing salute to these heroes with gratitude from every heart.
 
Source: Suvarna Mehta

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