Parts of earth at times
Remain in deeper gloom.
Lamps of humble breed
Emerge in place of need.
For ages stand blazing,
Challenging days and nights.
One of them is fighting
Against the call of fate.
How long one can stand
When age is ninety four!
Many a tubes are woven,
Nurses vigil as angels,
Silent Kith and Kins
Whisper get well wishes.
Media blending posts
For catching public eyes!
Let us bards too send
A Get Well Wish in place.
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