Saturday, March 5, 2011

ON ILLNESS

The sunny days decide to have a peep into my room,

The golden rays make delightful images on the wall,

And I lay groaning in my bed, deprived of freedom…

I can’t stand at the window to listen to the birds’ call.

I twist and turn and try hard to cast aside the fever,

Which grabs my hands and feet in a strong icy grip,

And burns up my body in a fiery blaze of torture…

My mind can’t work as thoughts seem to fall and slip.

Menacing weird shapes keep haunting my slumber…

And endless nights are threatened with nightmares…

Lying in bed, I find my days dull and nights sombre,

Idleness wraps up the mind and body in countless layers.

May I be delivered from this tormenting existence?

May I be able to bear these days with calm patience?

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