Sanjay Prasad, what a searing cut into in this poem. The emotion in your poem I've seen in the eyes of homeless men dying of AIDS. People are fond of saying you cannot look at someone and see the AIDS virus. If you have eyes you can see it clearly. If someone is dying from complications from it it has a distinct distortion to it I cannot describe. How you captured it with skill is impressive, little brother. - Gregory E. Woods, Dawn Wolf  Keeper of Stories

NO ONE CRIES – A POEM ON AIDS AWARENESS

Deep slumber, laid down below the stones,

Epitaph to remember for a cause unknown,

Crossed questions from near and dear,

No man woman or child left behind,

Birthday marked the doom alone,

No one cries or will ever remember.

Silent words that were pronounced,

Candle lit in the house and sanatorium around,

care and cause had no meaning,

Sought to hatred crime and poverty,

Demanding a normal life to live,

No one cries or will ever remember.

Standing at the cross roads with no future,

Calling the name of God in the hour of distress,

Satisfaction and dreams that were never fulfilled,

Crossed the thin line of relationship for no reason,

Covered in shame the society served,

No one cries or will ever remember.

The four letter words stays distinguished,

Tired and Torn with no place to go,

Cried in mother's lap but to be disowned,

Epidemic turned into Pandemic so soon,

Give us a hand for millions have to live,

Secure our lives is all that we can pray,

No one cries or will ever remember....

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