AIDS: Eerie Appearance of a Ghost

The disease,
as devastating as debilitating,
overwhelms the mankind,
just like cluster bombs
spew a burst of
ash clouds and
suffocate the population
in an open gas chamber,
and wipes out human
lives and scarce resources
like a flood that
sweeps away villages
after villages, towns
after towns with the
fury of an apocalypse.

The disease is an
epidemic—nay, a
social curse—the mankind
is facing with no win
in sight—not because
of lack of tools or
technology at our
disposal, because of
dereliction of moral
responsibility and respect
for the people in
need—and, is poised to
obliterate and obviate
the glitz and glitter—
irrespective of how bright,
how shining, and how
sparkling they are—
of aristocracy and
affluence—just like
a major hurricane
ravages the shiny beach
that boasts of high-rise
hotels, glamorous tourists,
gorgeous views of sea
surfs, and leaves it
in tatters and shambles
resembling the skeleton
of a primitive civilization—
and, is determined to bring
to fore the deformed
face of humanity with
the ugliness of the eerie
appearance of a ghost.