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Cancer

Submitting poem for the contest

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01 May '24
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Wait for your old age, for
There is nothing in this youth,
That when you grow old
You can finally wish for
A happy deathbed.

You can simply wail around
With your ailments
Unlike the youth, when
You hide your tears and 
Walk with your head held high.

For others, they see what life
Possesses for the youth,
I see the possibility of wearing 
A cancer and sufferance, 
Waiting for my happy deathbed.

Category : Poetry


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Written by Sannidhya Das