By
Madhu Rajan
Say what of soulmates
Own shadow deserts in times dark
Friends mostly fair weather mates
From sinking ship run rats fast
Forget shadow in my case
Come darkness, it anyway vanishes
My own limbs often listen not
Nor heed to my wishes
Drag slowly when walk I need
Stand still when run I plead
Arms appealed, refuse to lift,
Willful fingers resist to knead
Oh my dear heating pad
And dearer painkillers too!
Whatever would have happened
Had I not found the two!
My rescue by the two
In my mind never in doubt
Unlike friends n family who
May not hear me shout
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