I have HIV….112-211

[saadat tahir]

(HaaN muJhe AIDs haIe….01 december-world AIDs day)

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.


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saadat tahir
01 Dec, 2k11
Islamabad.
_ http://www.freegreatdesign.com/files...n-vector-1.jpg


_http://www.pnac.net.pk/WAD.asp
_http://www.worldaidsday.org/the-red-ribbon.php
_http://aids.gov/hiv-aids-basics/
_http://tribune.com.pk/story/300221/world-aids-day-migrant-workers-single-largest-_contributor-to-hivaids-infections/

[pallavi_here]

You'd have been facing a lot of expressions, experiences and people, I am sure you can use this power of words to spread a word... emotions and feelings that a normal person may not know, and a doctor feels more... The poem was more of painful frustration and pen up feelings scribbled.. All in all, a tough share