the scene replicates each day
when for me its hard to say
clutching on my tummy
a short prayer is all i pray.
heavily full upto the brim
all the earlier day's cream
i find it hard to pass it now
each force making me scream.
the smiles that ensue
about my crimson hue
make me beg to GOD
what is this for, what from me is due?
the pills that follow
make me go yellow
nobody understands the misery
how each motion is my sorrow.
i dont wish any to have
coz none seems so brave
this internal enemy
makes every morning grave.
finally patience wins
am acquitted of my sins
i get up with an effort
leaving behind things for the bins.
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