Staying and not giving up is brevity,
And I have a lot of that within me,
Developed even more with time.
This – all of this – is just a challenge,
Have not I faced more serious time,
At the doors of hell trapped was me,
Thermal oven my forehead became.
Yes, unnatural temperatures of fever,
Off my forehead rose moist fumes,
Underrated my chances of living.
Greatly influenced by my loneliness,
A* strength of bearing just anything,
Very pure are such lovely feelings,
Escaping I am never my destiny.
Understood I never why you gave up,
P**lus I see you adamantly remain same.
I had all the reasons to give up,
But I didn't because I am brave,
And I am proud of myself for all what I bear,
The first doctor gave up on me like a coward.
HP Poem #1264
©Atul Kaushal