He was born as a simple boy,
Fun loving and naughty at heart,
The apple of everyone’s eye,
Loved and adored from the very start…
He had a lovely childhood,
With friends and family who held him dear,
With each moment filled with joy,
And each day filled with cheer…
But little did he know,
That the devil was standing close,
And as he slept peacefully one day,
The mighty devil rose…
The devil cast his ugly shadow,
And the poor fellow fell ill,
With a disease which disabled him,
And could be cured by neither tonic nor pill…
Everyone around him was in tears,
And his family was distraught,
But weak and wounded though,
This mighty warrior fought…
And though he was in pain,
Never once did he complain,
His face always had a charming smile,
Be it sun or rain….
He worked hard to gain knowledge,
And got excellence in whatever he sought,
He was a man of great will,
This warrior recklessly fought….
And finally one day,
He could fight no more,
The devil of death had reached his house,
And knocked continuously on his door…
The warrior succumbed to death,
This burden he could no longer heave,
He left with a smile,
Leaving everyone else to grieve…
His life is an example to us,
With lots of lessons to give,
And though his body has left us,
His spirit will forever live…!!!!!
This poem is a tribute to my friend's brother who expired two days ago... he was suffering from an autoimmune disease which caused muscle dystrophy and weakness... he was on the wheelchair for 6 years and bed ridden for a year... he was just 21 when he died... though i never met him i really admire his courage and spirit... may his soul rest in peace...
