In Bed

I am bed ridden and admitted in hospital
I get disheartened on doctor’s arrival
May thoughts cross over in mind?
Doctors come treat me and be very kind

I am totally afraid of death
I know how people offer wreath
Hey will be sobbing and remain in tears
I go berserk and loose heart to bear

I know no harm will be done
All illness may disappear and certainly gone’
I shall be back home with full cheers
I shall smile again without any tears

It is time to express our gratitude
And this should be general attitude
No need to express grief, sorrow
He has done all well for tomorrow

The illness can’t be contributed to anything
That can take place with anybody for something
It is body and may fell apart any time
Don’t think negative about it anytime

Keep only one faith
That may avoid the death
Rest everything is decided and in time
We may miss and curse it sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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