Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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His days became my battle, His nights became my war
I held his hand throughout as he tried to leave, go far.
Lovingly I held on to him. I was unwilling to let him go.
My moist eyes implored. Yet, no emotion did he show.
It happened without warning. I had no time to prepare.
One minute we were walking. The next, I stood in despair.
My love lay before me prone, in clouds of roiled dust.
I knew it would be futile but still, I knew that try I must.
I rushed him to the hospital, begged the doctors to work magic
Even though I knew that what was to come, might be tragic.
Valiantly he fought, I fought alongside with him
But, this battle was not to be won, chances of survival were slim.
Then my heart contracted in fear. I knew the time had arrived.
I needed to bid him goodbye for this, he could not have survived.
Although, he had fought for our sake; I could see that, I knew.
But, his fight was over; he needed to go now, like the morning dew.
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