From My Sick Bed Poem by ritty patnaik

over my window sill
i gaze out at the moody moon,
pass by.
from my sick bed, i see,
half a kanchan tree, planted years ago, and
flame of the forest in firey bloom
lightening my dismal
thoughts of doom.

the birds twitter and fight
robin sings to me, as
the seven sisters scramble and fall.
a cacaphony of sound, disturbing, yet
healing me from inside,
my lovely friends of the garden