This faraway star can merely gaze,
In helplessness and anxiety;
In a world with roads of silence ;
For your recovery, didi.
Lost in a galaxy where air of strangeness prevails,
Perhaps hope is just a new found oasis,
I sail and burn inside,
Hoping for your recovery.
If only my poetry could do wonders,
Alas, it is just a mere fantasy;
Words are the wealth I have ,
I would rather be poor just to see you recover!!
In anxiety I thrive,
Waiting to see your ever smiling face;
Waiting to get scolded and teased ;
Waiting to see a recovered you !!