LK INNOVATE

Dr. Lokman Khan

Before I knew the world,
Before I touched the earth,
I was already cradled in the arms of love,
A gentle infection, invisible virus,
Coursing through my veins.

They gave me this gift, my parents,
A contagion without cure,
Before I could speak,
I was already fluent in the language,
Of warmth, of sacrifice,
Of the unshakable bond that bends,
But never breaks.

When I understood its power,
I became its carrier,
Every smile, every embrace,
Every whispered kindness,
Became my way of spreading it,
A silent rebellion against indifference.

But oh, how many are immune,
The walls they build around their hearts
Are tall, their armor thick,
Their wounds festering with mistrust,
I knock, I reach, I call,
Sometimes they don’t hear me.

Yet love is a master of evolution,
It learns, it mutates, it adapts,
Where once a word might fail,
A touch might linger,
A deed might plant a seed.

I will not stop,
This virus is stubborn,
like the hope it carries,
It will find its way to you,
Through a crack in your defenses,
Through a moment you didn’t see coming,
Until you’re infected, too.

And when you feel it,
That fever, that ache,
You’ll understand,
Love is not a sickness,
It is the only cure,
We have ever needed.

15 November 2024