It was painful his every breath

Every movement was a dead end,

There was no sparkle in eyes

Of joy, but a tear depressed.

You will die soon, doctor told him many times

"My work shall live till the end of Sunshine

Lend me not a painless time

I ask for just time,

Even in pain a man can work

That's what I will prove with my work.

True, they who say health is a must to rise in life,

Know not how strong is strength and its life,

Tortures of disease, if inherited

My friends, retreat was a past believe

Not a present truth.

He died not before his time,

Even after life, sunshine, his work shall shine,

For he had proved to prove one's wisdom, one's worth

Even health is not the need

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