Whether rich, or the poor <br />AIDS knocking every door <br />BUT, <br />Many people still do not trust <br />And for some comfort or lust <br />Wonder in streets upto late night <br />Or waste money on the Internet <br />For the very syndrome <br />To carry it sweet home <br />And spread it to their families <br />To their dream roses and lilies <br />And make them orphans <br />Or beggars to the parents <br />These people are but who? <br />These are only, I and you <br />Who yet know not the Aids? <br />From which a doctor afraids! <br />And works no wealth, or aid <br />For which death only is maid <br />Once positive never negative <br />No medicine, no preventive <br />No doctor, no cure <br />No family, no dear <br />So dreaded so dangerous is the AIDS <br />Then attention, on cares must be paid <br />Whether husband or wife <br />Must be loyal, in the life <br />Follow science or religions <br />Discard illegal all relations <br />Or follow old healthy culture, the society <br />Where early marriage was a good remedy <br />Where people live with dignity and a reason <br />Where people die not young, without season <br /> Look, life is the right choice <br />So make you a decision wise <br />Because your children need you <br />Of old parents, the only deed you <br />You are a symbol of nation <br />You’re our hope and vision <br />Your family and friends <br />Messages these, they send <br />Please don’t bring this syndrome <br />To a preen, lovely, dream home <br />Because no Aids for AIDS <br />Death only, then is a maid<br /><br />M. Ashaq Raza<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-aid-for-aids/
