From the heart of a bed ridden The last days of my life, With all diseases in rife In the cot tired, helpless, Wanting for warmth and caress My health getting dwindled My own body has swindled No one to take care of me No one to hear my plea All, in their busy world In a corner I’m being hurled My shaking hands & wrinkled skin Deeper sighs, gloomy heart within Dimmer eyes & words stammering Many skins I started shedding Ego, pride and arrogance Rudeness and dominance The slipping time, I could feel Wish some time, I could steal. But why will people look at the setting sun? When you have benefits from the rising sun From the heart of bed ridden #yqbaba #oldage #oldagehomes #life #aging #bedridden #smithasunkara
