To lose a part of a lung
At twenty-two and still stick
To the path you rightly chose – –
To look at suffering in the eye
And say: “This city does not know
How to cry”, and not step back – –
To speak about things the past
Pretended not to see – –
To cross the border of the will
And bring back some of those
Who had lost all hope,
Is a gesture that resonates
Uncommon in troubled times:
So different from those who came before,
You are a man who knows his God.
A work that with commendable understatement offers the reader profound insights into the human condition.
Thank you so much,Louis.
Great and deep write Vijay.
Thank you so much,John.