Jun 27, 2024, 10:29 AM


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For some time he lost his ease, 

He couldn't sleep and eat.

A cruel heart and lungs disease

Grasped him from beneath.


But during a long visitation

The doctor mentioned that he could

Save his life with transplantation -

To young hope was casted food.


So in teeth he clutched his breath

And vigorously crying

Please God save me from the death

Let someone else be dying


Medicine gives only hope,

Holding life with greed.

Standing on a deadly slope,

It is soul we need.


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