The clouds, the dark clouds
Of illness
Still hover above us
Wellness, a falling Star
He wails, for he's scared
Terrified are his eyes
Solace he seeks
from those thorny drugs
Unsure about his destiny
I stand brittle
With a plea to the holy angel
to keep him healthy.
December 10th, 2015 - Exactly after a month of the previous illness, Ishaan, my son is hospitalized the 2nd time.
© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
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