Death-Bed Dreams
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Sitting on the thick-hard
armchair
Soft bright lightened poems
born
Papers would have not spared
space
but I opted laptop to phone to write
but I opted laptop to phone to write
Cleared the spellings and
usage
Backspace overused
unsatisfied
Floor cleaner smelled the
hospital
Thin light in rooms gave a gloom
Eye-lids closed and opened
as the
Clicks of the clock stepped
by step
Days on days passes as life
turned
All that was in blooms had its fall
Burning death fear awakened
me
Until the dark night gave
way to sun
Staring at the floor pattern
I drew
Dream of life to death in idle alone
Cramped hands unable to move
Gave no key-board option to
write
Waited someone to pen my
words
Who loves to read my poems alone?
All alone these days I stayed
in room
Old fan made my room not in
silence
Tongue made no food request
as ever
Belly flame asked to flame the stove
Fever is in and it tried
brushing out
The chill body became uneven
hot
Perfect I must stay ahead
for show
Class must go on else I will be alone
Illness and pain is not the
issue
How and why I am around
useless
The days ahead too is waste
of time
Let my story be ended soon for good
Fever fix in me with chest
heavy
Dried lips offering lightest
thoughts
The soft one that gave cold
against
The heated skin around the neck
It's me filled on this chair
on laptop
My dream and my poem
unearthed
I need space to end before
it started
It must live for my dream students
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