Hands crave to carve,
Legs crave to walk long to serve;
My body reluctant to move;
Mind constant to prove,
I fell back, back on my knees;
Whirled in life's own wild freeze,
Dependent on all like an oak tree on roots with ‘Please',
How long the journey that just begun would last;
Hard to forget the past,
My life, my dream, my passion;
Ready to face the writ with confession,
Alas! ! Peeping through the window for lovely occasion;
May the blue berries carry away all my blues with them,
May the church bells ring aloud the sound of my well-being;
May the waves at the sea shore bring back me ‘new' well washed,
It's M.E. that is affecting me;
Deteriorating self was pushed well by buzzing bee,
With a struggle between body and soul;
Coping with controls and roll,
Support of wheel chair and a goal;
It's just M.E in me not me in M E,
The fight begun, called the world;
I survive and survive for my passion,
Reunite near and dear;
Who are harmless and no fear,
My thoughts, my vision, my mission now clear;
Carving, sculpting dolls into puppets,
New life into M.E with taking care of budget;
With no grudges, I have felt of others touching it,
Fly high, Fly high…I shall fly high with M E
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