Even if the sky is clear blue
with the sun smiling brightly at its window
the grudges of disease had caught me off guard
i was clearing the sky to create my future
but the darkness of this disease had kept me caged
i could not escape , cant even barely move
and my wings grew weaker each day
with no promise of freedom from the aggravating pain and sorrow
of how i triumph for the past year
shall i turn loser now?
i kept a promise
for the sake of this life
that amidst all, shall i remain a victor of that promise!