After Some Years

After five years I have no fears I shall bear The pain and final exit There shall be nothing more to walk on feet Whole body shall not respond As if to sink in pond Not even water shall accommodate I shall not term it as fate I may be preparing burial ground Some place has to be found It shall be called my rest house With no more Oise and only peace What shall you be doing with diseased body? Daily taking pills and keeping it steady How long shall you be successful? Not sure, one can only be hopeful But take it as final count down The place is already known The scene is rushes on the screen Ah! Frightful but happy one