The Cancer Patient

Oh! I opened my eyes 

Just to realise

That; 

I am alive; I preferred one death last night

I seem to survive three and more 

The medicines one after the other didn’t heal me anymore

But decayed my already decayed body

And turned all the positive into negative 

So I prefer one death; I am ready 

I am done.

I am done with explaining my moans 

I am tired of upsetting the little world around me.

Oh, how I wish I knew the art of relaxing 

When they said, ‘you’ll be fine, let it be.’

Oh how I wish I could elucidate the falling of each tear

That I wiped silently with the bedsheet

The tears that witnessed the night turn to morning 

So I prefer not to talk, not to upset the world around me

I just prefer one death, rather than surviving three.