Explains about the trauma of a aids patient and misunderstanding associated with it. |
An Ode To Zippy Life I pray the days would have been shorter And the nights longer I wanted winter all year long So that I can hide in my true-self And hope the world never hears me weep Gone are the days when I used to enjoy life With my friends and family Now nobody needs me Nobody ever wants to talk to me Or play or eat with me They say that I am dying I am having a dreaded disease That may take my life off And is not curable They say it is everywhere where I go It spreads through my speech My clothes and my touch So they do not want to take any chance Nobody ever wants to see me Even my mom and dad as I brought them disgrace They say I am an outcast And they cannot show their face to masses As they get treated the same way As I get treated by them I don't know what went wrong And how the devil caught me I may have been lost In the vicious circle of hallucination Of drugs and sex that gave me temporal pleasure Life now seems to be a distant dream A short race where I am sure to loose My ambitions burned to ashes And I am in a point of no return And when I thought everything is over Here comes the angel That gave me love And a ray of hope Says I am not alone There are many around us in this world Who are suffering from the same And that what people say about them are wrong For those who do not care for you out of fear They are neither fearing you nor your disease though They fear death infact That they see through you ! Death is a harsh reality For all of us in this world And there are zillion ways to die For healthy, unhealthy, aged and young And happens anytime anywhere And this disease being one among them There is still hope And there is cure for disease But prevention is better than cure There is no cure for bad attitudes As everything looks yellow for a jaundiced eye And there are people Who really loves and care you And is not afraid of death May almighty forgive them who do not care And bestow empathy in them |