How can I forget the color of that pink shirt,
And the smile of a translucent face,
In the young darkness of evening.
That fifteen minutes touch,
Or maybe any other of that kind,
That turned me positive from negative.
A long time passed in understanding,
It was too negative to be positive,
And suddenly my whole presence become dubious,
All eyes now look differently,
To my virtues and vices.
Yes, I am different now,
Perhaps better than the time when,
My identity was not so unreal.
Knowing better what to do and how
To alter things and cross obstacles.
Then why not let me live positively,
Even after being tested positive?
The disease is perhaps more in the stigma than in the virus itself.. A fine write Hardeep.. Thank you for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.. the courage to endure and to accept.. the virus itself might allow the patient to live for years but the world and the stigma attached kills the person right away.. a brave write.. thanks for sharing
Thanks a lot Seema ji