Oh, please let me say!
Yes just say, I have HIV!
And listen! If I may?
Does it mean I cannot be?
Will the holy play GOD?
Deny me the right to breathe.
Bay for a sick man’s blood,
Roil in rage, anger, seethe.
Are you the truth alone?
I the epitome of amorality?
Who will cast the first stone?
Refuse to see sanity?
Village barber’s spiked nick,
often blooms our weekly beard.
Twists life to a punishing crick,
frozen senses lost, gone, sheared.
Cruel doctor’s scalpel knife,
in muddy pond’s water boiled.
Ah! our children and my wife,
Alas, they too now, for ever soiled.
saadat tahir
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