BY : MARYAM AKHTAR, D.P.T., BATCH VII. The rain didn’t cease, and I was soaked, I begged for him to stay, but I never hoped. He went limp, and a black rose bloomed, The colors of death and agony groomed. All the gifts and love I had gotten, But then me, he had forgotten. That night, my heart had sunk, And I couldn’t fall asleep on my bunk. They thought I didn’t know, Cause I never took the bow. Mercy, day and night we prayed, Only his departure delayed. For the true mercy he had pleaded, Was death, to his … Continue reading CANCER.