Lying In Bed

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She was lying in bed Tubes around and artificially fed Speechless as if gripped with cold Calm but determined and looked bold Was it pain or anger? Unhappiness or hunger? Disease, fatigue or discomfort needed solace and strong support I looked tired and pale what could I do for her to console? I was utterly helpless Efforts made were more but result was less Memory took me back several years She whispered gently and I could hear She slept on bed without fear Happiness on face without a tear She was gorgeous with the entire smile I was simply mesmerized for a while I was ducking to show her warm love I starred at her as lover dove All thoughts came to an abrupt halt As if somebody was rubbing salt Wounds were aggravating with deep pain Her sickness was the worry main She always smiled and prayed Lords Stood at door with welcoming words She never complained or expressed regret Eager to compromise and ready to forget, Such a noble soul was undergoing pain All my efforts were proving in vain Will she recover and be talking again? Smile with consciousness without pain Let my years be added to her life Lived up to expectation as good wife Life was difficult to walk on edge of knife she acted wise even when situation was not rife One has to part when time has run out Victory may sometimes result into rout All we can do is to pray and bow to almighty Shower with blessings to come out of pity

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