Feeling sick all the time,
Imagining pain her and there,
On the limbs, inside head,
Heart, stomach kidney,
He ran from doctor to doctor,
Swallowed pills innumerable,
Consumed this syrup, that syrup,
Did all types of exercises,
Yet doubtful of his body's condition,
He spent all his time,
Worrying about diseases,
Medical comapnies, hospitals,
Doctors making most out
Of his pay, He lived a life
Of unknown fear,
Making himself miserable,
At times considering
Himself half or fully insane,
With the self made thougths and worries.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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