Fighting Alone

Fighting alone Cold, callous and heartless people; Showing no love, no pathos, no pity Though perfect human being he is Helpful, truthful, honest Loving, sharing, caring And along with him All the noble adjectives he is carrying Today he is suffering Him a dreadful disease striking But he looks as charming as ever Showing no sign of any fear Not caring his sorrow With anyone to share With day to day activities He is as usual No deviation he cares Sips early tea Goes through newspaper Shares news and views With friends And nears and dears But about his fragile health To none he ever tells He is a dead man inside But as charming as ever outside When asked How you managed your smiles Despite all the pains and ills Comes answer easy with smiles See, this life, a gift of God Call it curse or call it bliss But for me it is bliss And why dead before you are really dead Be productive and constructive with it Never give up till the last breath And what about your friends And nears and dears not concerned About your health Though you care for them They are not to be blamed For they are afraid of death Oh, let me have a wealth Of sorrows in my pack And fight till the last breath.........