Toxic blood, I cough out.
Poisonous virus, fills my breath.
No one nears me,
Except those clad in white.
In this same medic's shelter,
Having western, northern and vedic soups,
Here am I, sneezing poison.
There is she, moaning for our baby.
Ten months of care and wait
Dies today as he's born.
He'll search for sight in my eyes;
His li'l paws will try hold on to me.
And, oh, alas! Here comes a nurse,
Clad in white, 'It's a boy.'
Where's he? Bring him to me.
'No, not now. He might get infected.'
Oh, oh, oh, my love! My lord!
Cure me soon, I can't wait.
And now comes someone
Clad in white, 'It's time.'
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