It Visited Me At Last
It visited me at last,
The one which I loath to call on,
Even for my worst enemy,
Like a plantain stem fallen on its sword on bed.
Trembling,shivering,
Unable to walk,
unable to sit,
unable to think,
Unable to breath,
Oh! the tip of my tiny hair follicles,
crying song of pain,
sure, I will come back strong,
But can't vanish without a note,
Goodnight PS,
At least for a fortnight.
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2020
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