My heart is full of praise of all
Those doctors, nurses who take care
Of cancer-stricken patients on
The verge of death or almost dead.
What patience fills these hearts who care
For patients terminally ill!
They see their sinking souls all life,
But wear a smile upon their face.
What love afills those care-givers,
Who spend their lives in cancer-care!
The salvage-rate is hardly good
And cure is almost very rare.
The anguished hearts of cancer-struck
Longs always to embrace death fast;
Yet, death can’t come just when they ask,
As moribund is state of most.
As cure of cancers most is rare,
And victims are of all ages,
Their life-time goes on in this way,
With burden of a cross, unfair!
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