They are making a fun of my grief, Saying you appear so tense, They know the reality , They are the ones who pretend,
My condition is that of a lizard, Half dead and half alive, People like ants are biting, As I am being robbed of my life.
Pain is so much I can't express, What if these ants also bite, Pain+pain=pain, Any way I am to be robbed of life.
Eat me away, Eat me alive, Every body has an appetite, I anyway I am of some use, Whether dead or alive.
Note:- This poem was written way back 2005. Today I thank God for bringing me out of it all. Yes dear friends pain is always unbearable. Yet God gives us grace to bear it all.
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