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Nov 9
I went to the doctor,
with fright in my eyes.
She sat in her chair,
With a helpless sigh.

Cancer is in my bones,
and I have a year before I go.
I could drown in my cries,
or dissolve my sorrow in my fake smiles.

I walked down to a cliff,
and felt the crows fly,
felt the tides cry,
felt the sky die,
felt the breeze go by.

I reached home devoid of joy,
embraced my sweetheart as her tears fell with mine.
I slept that night,
yet didn't close my eyes,
afraid that my days are numbered,
and death is close by.

I spent everyday,
rejoicing my time.
And tried to make memories,
which would last after my demise.

I saw this world in a different light,
the glimpses of life caught my eye,
the dried leaves flying with the breeze,
the soft petals amidst the grief,
and an unknown voice croons into the midnight sky.

I wished that every moment lingered,
that Every second went slower,
that Every minute would shatter,
that Every hour would be brighter.

As the year is about to end,
I now lie in bed.
With a thought in my head,
That Cancer didn't let me live,
yet it taught me how to live.

For I leave earth,
without any regrets.
And i tell this world,
to live life to it's fullest.
.
Rick Banerjee
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