A Poem on AIDS

In the domain where shadows dance, concealed,

A quiet enemy, a murmured shout.

A ghost is hidden in confusion,

Helps, the quiet addition.

In each heartbeat, a story untold,

An infection winding around stories, both youthful and old.

However, in the quiet of murmured fears,

An ensemble of mental fortitude, plainly.

An excursion laden with shame's weight,

However, love and understanding explore.

In each tear that falls like a downpour,

Versatility sprouts, challenging torment.

Through the murkiness, a light sparkles,

An encouraging sign, a distinctive dream.

Joined we stand, inseparably,

Against the tide, we immovably endure.

Teach, embrace, let judgment disappear,

For sympathy mends, as a delicate downpour.

Past the bias, let sympathy rise,

Helps, crushed, as empathy flies.

Focusing light on the shadows cast,

Breaking hindrances, eradicating the past.

For in solidarity, our solidarity is found,

A reality where mending knows no bounds.