the rhyming soul

Everyday is a new day is all about fate

Each and everyday i see

Their lungs struggling to breath

Stuck to be called live or dead

To be or not to be

Is after all no more their choice

One need to hold their hand

And see through their eyes

The cuts, bruises and blood

Everything can be treated

But what about the soul

Which no art of kintsugi can heal

One can feel their pain

while serving them with sanity

Yes, wherever the art of medicine is loved

There is also love of humanity.

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