It’s the job of cancer cells to multiply
I grant them their rightful high
It’s their job to inflict pain
I grant them this, though with disdain.
But let the mind remain fighting fit
Don’t let our thoughts be torpedoed, hit
Cancer cells, spare the mind
And we’ll weed you out bit by bit.
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Arvind Passey
Written on 25 April 2019
