Afrikan HIV


In Africa,
they keep hospitals
Next to graveyards,
Where suffering plays
As this disease bloom
As children get shifted
From one place to another
And there is this little girl,
Somewhere in Africa,
Mother gone, to disease
No complaints from her skin
The eaten face and empty body
And then comes the hope
To remain alive and to survive
What a transformation,
as she comes to existence
Where smile grows
Where life blooms!

Kashkin

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