Parts of earth at times
Remain in deeper gloom.
Lamps of humble breed
Emerge in place of need.
For ages do remain blazing,
Challenging days and nights.
One of them is fighting
Against the call of fate.
How long one can stand
When age is ninety four!
Many a tubes are woven,
Nurses vigil as angels,
Kith and Kin do whisper
Silent hymns; get well wishes.
Media blending posts
For catching public eyes!
Let us, bards, too send
A true Prayer in place.

Tajudeen Shah

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