Hiv: A Curse For Them.... Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

She is an innocent beauty,
She believed her man blindly,
She does every thing for him,
Till now she believes him,
In this white bed, in this hospital,
She lives now with her baby,
She is a lonely island now.
Apart from the whole civilization.

The man was an immigrant,
Worked in an European land,
He had several illegal relations,


[I found this lady with her little boy in a govt: hospital In my country, she is the only patient in that ward.I heard about her life from herself.And i wrote this poem on the basis of her statments and feelings.]
This is how he got the germ,
He poured it to his lovely wife,
The germ entered to their baby too.
Though the placental circulation.
When the fact first came into light,
They were rejected from this world.
There was no love for them.
The relatives, friends, well wishers,
Everyone left them forever.
They started their silent walk,
One day, the germ killed the man,
Now there are only the lady and her child.

She doesn't know what will happen?
Any time death will take her away,
What will happen to this little boy?
The society will never accept him,
Will this hospital be his home?
Will this white bed be his everything.
But what did he do to these world?
For which sin, he is suffering?
Only few white coats come to see them,
Few of them like the little boy?
But they can't love him as a part of them,
As a part of normal, usual man,
Whom should they curse?
The society or the fate?
The god or this HIV?
May be the lady feels the darkness ahead,
She only cries starring at the boys,
And tries to find out the sin of them,
Tries to figure out the way to fix out this,
Not for her, but for this little boy.
Can any one spread hands for them?
Can any one sing the lullaby for this boy,
With a heart full of love, Can anyone?