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Illness
by Rupradha Mookerjee
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Baby, I am awfully ill,
I have become very weak,
I don’t need a painkiller,
All I need is to see you.
Your presence is enough
To cure me of this illness,
I’ll lead a normal life,
If you keep friendship with me.
It’s so painful that you are in town,
Yet neither you call nor you meet me,
You make me suffer relentlessly...
Throughout the day, why, tell me?
Have I done any harm to you?
What is my fault, baby?
Do you think by ignoring me
You’ll make me forget you?

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April 07, 2012
More By: Rupradha Mookerjee
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Kulbir ji, grand lines, thanks a lot

Rupradha
11/18/2013 14:37 PM

Comment Rupradha, go within!
Within is divine treasure,
Beyond any measure;
Within you'll find
Peace of mind;
Begin, begin:
Go within!

Kulbir
04/17/2012 13:42 PM

Comment Thanks for your concern Prof!! I am basically heart broken..

rupradhamookerjee
04/08/2012 01:01 AM

Comment
Rupradha Ji are you realyy ill ? If so , take proper medicine. If not, write more poems , Good piece.... Thank you.

flame
04/07/2012 14:15 PM




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