Liberation
If I did see some fruits on a leaning tree;
And legs can't move, if I'm in a hurry to
Get to a place of value or need to see
A doc when belly meets a dreadful pain:
Each portion of my body, outer or inner,
Is on retreat and sliding down the drain
Of aging to the mouth of the Grim Reaper,
And they will never form me again to dance
And play and sing, or see the Nature's beauties
And hear her pleasant numbers swallowed once.
Gladly, however, mind does bear no worries,
Rather it functions stronger by the day,
To house me, over earth, in Heaven's lay.
©️ N P Samal
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