Awareness | Ramu Das

Well, hello everyone!
Now, I want to clarify that I don’t suffer from AIDS or any other diseases. The idea of
writing something about this topic came to my mind this morning when I came across
an article about AIDS on the newspaper. I read, every year a good number of people
die because of this disease. Only if they take a little precaution and care a little about
themselves can they avoid falling under the trap of such untimely death.
That’s how I started typing my thoughts and thus this poem came into existence.

AIDS Awareness (Photo credit: sassy mom)

Goodbye folks, I’m leaving
Never to see any of you again
C’mon! And claim my belonging
My senses shall not regain

The doctor concludes: I suffer from AIDS
A devilishly deadly disease it is
Oh, I blame myself for I had sex with one of my maids
My lust knew not of any contraceptives

Now, my end has come
For death is not mutable
And with fear I’m so numb
Death, I know, is inevitable.

Ideas and thoughts strike the mind
In the lavatory and in places that no one would ever believe
At midnight and at times when I dine
When in the shower or when half asleep

At such odd hours work my mind
To jot my thoughts, handy, no pen or pencil I find
And consider recalling the thoughts after awhile
But strange is the mind, and is not always agile

My mind wonders and keeps on pondering
So aimless, pointless, and sometimes absolutely meaningless
Visits unknown places and keeps wandering
It’d have been better if I was always physically senseless

Sometimes the mind struggles with my heart
And the battle is mostly by the mind, won
The heart’s desire, the mind thwart
Wish mind had a heart of its own

Mind is selfish and is often not right
Although, the mind’s process appears to be brilliant and bright

That may take us to a certain height
Heart speaks of feelings in a manner, very straight.
But oh, mind is firm with its might
That by no means bring to me any delight.

A Thinking Man