[“Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.”]― Molière
Nurse wakes me up
early in the morning
and she helps me to walk
Doctor comes in the noon
and predicts that I could go home soon.
Wife brings a broccoli soup
late in the evening
and she got angry
when I asked of my nightcap?
How strange still I am healthy
but my inner soul want to be a patient!
nimal dunu
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