That look in her face haunts me,
Big, bulgy, teary eyes of a young soul
Yearning for a cuddle and warmth.
It was her...
Her silent cry, whisper
Of pain and resentment that flashes on my mind.
Is it a mark I will ever forget?
Memories Flashed...
He was the best, I could hear his laugh
Light jokes, mimicry of a song
He was always jovial and full of compassion
Its all like the wind, it sweeps and never returns.
Away, this monstrous disease creeps in us,
Slowly like a cricket it creeps,
It has swept our families, friends, relatives
The children are innocent but have to pay.
Innocent souls are increasing,
Hour by hour, minute after minute
It has become like Malaria, not anymore a fear amongst us.
It is that eye that leaves a lot to desire.
Whose fault is it?
No one is to blame but you
You! Take control of your destiny.
She needs your love and smile.
That eye...
« return.