You step into the clinic and are handed your tests,
Your world falls apart as you have six months at best!
“You are dying my friend”, says the evil voice, “there is nothing you can do.”
The worst part of it is you don’t even know what’s killing you!
You freak with terror you wince with pain,
While those feeble attempts to save you only drive you insane.
You pray to your maker to end it all,
“You are beyond his reach now”, says the voice, “you can now only sit and bawl!”
With that final injection you hope you have gone into remission,
But the devil inside you still grows with a vision.
In your body you are now a hostage,
A battle ground of disease v/s drugs, while you are held in chemical bondage.
Peace of mind, you know no such thing,
“This is my element”, says the voice, “and I shall win!”
You watch with despair as you fall apart,
Your insides melt and so does your heart.
The illness executes its final kill plan,
By now your funds have run out and you are now a poor man.
“Give up now”, says the voice, “I will make it quick!
Look at you, you are feeble and weak”
“Sickly and sad, with everything to lose,
For me on the other hand, it’s like being on a cruise!”
As the four stages of death you begin to battle,
You think what to do with that entire chattel.
But then a ray of hope! A magic bullet,
Somewhere some intern found a new research booklet!
A new drug there is in the market,
Your pharmacist then procures it.
“So far to all those drugs I have been immune,
You think now,” says the voice “I will dance to your tunes?!
Shut up and die you old man, don’t put up a fight,
Don’t make me exercise my full might!”
The xenobiotic flows through your veins,
You gain your health little by little all over again.
“How is this possible? This cannot be!
To me everyone”, says the voice, “always bends their knee!”
“Enough is enough!” you say, “leave this temple and go back to hell!
It’s my turn now and I will get well!”
Time passes and the illness is gone,
You happily celebrate with pom poms.
A lesson not learnt, you continue life like there is no tomorrow,
Which I tell you is such a sorrow.
However there will always be that fear,
What if that monster that was inside you still lurks near?!
---Raghuvir Keni
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