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 !!