It was painful his every breath
Every movement was a dead end,
There was no sparkle in eyes
Of joy, but a tear depressed.
You will die soon, doctor told him many times
“My work shall live till the end of Sunshine
Lend me not a painless time
I ask for just time,
Even in pain a man can work
That’s what I will prove with my work.”
True, they who say health is a must to rise in life,
Know not how strong is strength and its life,
Tortures of disease, if inherited
My friends, retreat was a past believe
Not a present truth.
He died not before his time,
Even after life, sunshine, his work shall shine,
For he had proved to prove one’s wisdom, one’s worth
Even health is not the need
Of this earthly place.
Courtesy of Moongate Internationale
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