It covered my brother in its dressing,
Now it fills me up and it’s quite depressing.
Easily he fought the illness and then set it free,
Undoubtfully, he has proved to be an inspiration for me.
How will I be satisfied without posing in the mirror,
What will I do without the spice in my fillers.
But without school I’ll be able to study willingly for the CIEs,
Still what will I just do with the books, the tv and the numb me.
Like a couch potato I’ll lounge and chat with my mates,
Like a believer, I’ll have faith, I’ll tolerate and just wait.
For the remaining days, with the surrounding I’ll try to cope,
And make the most out of the ticking clock, I hope.
Tick Tick Tick!
PS: Folks this is the very first poem I’ve ever written. So don’t really judge the writing. 😛
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala