From Inside

I was sitting in the class,

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

I know I will, once again, sway and sway!

-Anonymous