Cancer, the zodiac sign, rings good
In people’s mind as the fate ruler.
Cancer, the blight, is a dreadful word
People feel shy of mentioning it.
It strikes fear in the people’s hearts
And gives powerlessness to patients.
Victims believe they would recover;
Others wait for the end of victims.
The pity shown to patients kills them.
Patients, while alive, are written off.
Powerlessness overcomes treatments.
Stigma clung to cancer be cut off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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