I
collapsed,
As the leukocytes of your words,
Became unavailable to
blood stream of my day,
Effecting severe
damage,
To the immune system
of my happiness.
On being forced by
the situation,
Of indefinite sorrow
and nervousness,
I suspended my
routine and regular works,
And got admitted to
the hospital,
In a critical but
stable condition of depression.
The saline of my
trust in you,
The injection of my
love for you,
The capsules of your
passions for me,
And the oxygen
cylinder of your one rhyme a day,
Make my system
function.
I turn furious on
everyone without cause,
Sight becomes hazy
these days,
Night passes
sleepless like an owl,
The whole body
trembles at intervals,
Kindly detect the
disease from my symptoms.
Oh, doctor Pooja
You know your patient
and his complexity
Have the medicines
that could restore the normalcy,
Get back soon to your
duties and take me in your care,
Treat my critical
condition being my personal physician.
How far this
ventilator of your hope
Of getting back to me
sooner or later
Would make me survive
in this I.C.U. of uncertainty
Only god in the
heaven,
And you on the earth
know.
Profound depression.needs to cheerful.positive approach will lead to overcome the blockage.
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