Oh, please let me say!
Yes just say, I have HIV!
And listen! If I may?
Does it mean I cannot be?
Will the holy play GOD?
Deny me the right to breathe.
Bay for a sick man’s blood,
Roil in rage, anger, seethe.
Are you the truth alone?
I the epitome of amorality?
Who will cast the first stone?
Refuse to see sanity?
Village barber’s spiked nick,
often blooms our weekly beard.
Twists life to a punishing crick,
frozen senses lost, gone, sheared.
Cruel doctor’s scalpel knife,
in muddy pond’s water boiled.
Ah! our children and my wife,
Alas, they too now, for ever soiled.
when i was reading this poem i felt something broken in my body, do you know what place u ever have in my heart....my prayers & Allah's blessing is always with you.......... dn't b disheart
heartfelt poem Saadat...its really touching... but you know that i love your work... outstanding poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem! I liked it!