The Blessing In Disguise

The numbness stunning the senses,

The trauma eating up the brains.

He might not fight all the sufferings that he face,

But no matter what, he will keep up the pace.

The sufferings, the aches, he feels in the core

The pains in his holy soul.

He might not surely win in the chase

But those dreams, he will always embrace.

The dreams he saw in that glittery eye

The dreams he could never deny.

He might not survive the brave fight that he fought

But again,the future, was all that he thought

The future to whose fulfillment he swore,

The dreams that are worth dying for.

He has no desires, no fantasies to be fulfilled

But has a son, a child, whose dreams can not be killed

The child with those dreams of a happy life

The Father who would live on the tip of the knife.

His father, the man who wouldn't care if he dies.

His well wisher, the man with whom the future lies.