Illness Can'T Be Cured. Poem by Anindya Sundar Roy

As I was feeling ill
and wandering for a couple of hours
alone,
they called me
and asked me to join over a coffee,
in this polished roadside coffee shop.
'Coffee may reduce some stress ' she told.
May be.
But the disease is so interesting
that it cannot go without a discussion.
Lissy is a good girl
she has never been harsh to me.
She was polite,
' Please make a stand baby
no one can escape death who has cancer.'