Aids

Once I went to a hospital There aids patient’s were on the beds with death’s proposal As Aids is pronounced it is not so simple To take every breath they cross huge pain hill There I saw life and deaths fight They hopefully fight for life but death was in their sight For each breath they were given pills But the gap between the world and patients make their life more terrible Those people are far from life and closed to death Those people with such short and painful life are kept away like filth They are treated as if they have done crime No one understand what brought them in such a time They are nether fully death nor alive By the physical and mental pain they prefer death, then to survive On the other hand doctors does not allow them to die With the medical power these half death people are force to survive So Aids end is not so simple as Aids is pronounced For these peoples terrible physical and mental death is announced