Overcome It

To overcome a disease is exploration,
Climbing the ladder as if to fall.
Some of the day is spent in disasters,
What will you say? What is the matter?
My spectrum of thought cannot take,
The logic of ill-health is banished.
Such pure worry, so beautiful the love,
Often they love, often they parry the blows.
Festivals of complete joy are again,
The disease takes over your soul, and it stings.

poem by Naveed Akram
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