Watching the view across the glass
Felt like grabbing out a pen suddenly
To write this poem, coming out automatically.
I'm not well, well that is true
But who gives a thought to it, neither I nor you.
I am sitting here, shutting up my mouth,
Well, right now, this is something, I can't do anything about
Loads of bricks as if sitting over my chest
My lungs feeling like taking a life time rest.
But its not much, it will just soon be past.
May be its a preparation for days which will little more last
But as dawn always comes after the night,
I've to maintain my spirits in a state that is just right.
All I need to do is to patiently wait
As in due course of time, I will be out of this fate
Well, writing this poem gave a little relief
Physically though, well that's my belief.
Caz I can award it the second best
In helping me forget all the pains tat truly rest.
All that I am writing is what my body speaks
My mind is shut up and is in constant peace.
The moment this agony of my body goes away