DESTINY

My mind is a blur,
Sitting in the car,
Driving home,
Every action an unthinking reflex...

I had gone to donate blood,
My good deed for the day,
I do it every year,
But today was different...

The words didn't register at first,
When I was called inside,
Slowly sinking in,
"Traces of HIV..."

When...
A contaminated needle
From an earlier donation?
I don't know...

My mind is on parallel tracks,
Too many thoughts,
What can I say,
I have no words...

Perhaps death is my destiny,
Maybe they'll find a vaccine,
A cure,
There is still hope...

Oh my God,
It's gonna hit me head on,
That truck,
Aaaaaaahhh...

~ Rahul Misra ~


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