A definition to a normal disease,
No different from any simple nor complicated disease,
Just like fever on a night’s breeze,
Death in mind should be at ease…
Curable I doubt that it should not be possible,
Only pain and of cureness shall I be thinking of,
Beauty, pride and even wealth for me now is despicable,
All I ask for is for pain to bail---
Easy I never said it was to be,
This I know and shall not deny,
A whole year of past pain and suffering has already be,
Again it is to come but again I shall make it fly…
Shall I not be afraid ever again,
For this treatment will give my life a gain,
But every thing comes with a price,
Some cheap but again expensive all in,
It all depends on a simple roll of dice…
A pic of Arwah Danial and me... 
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