It's a happy day as I see the swaggering of the cloth,
birds singing melodious songs, and children poking fun.
The gentle hands that cradle me baked too stiff.
My body is tender like I was mugged by a hundred men,
I jolt and budge, like a trout out of water,
to ease the growing pain.
Then my stomach growled, I wailed out loud.
Like there's an urchin inside, walking--
And there the creature move from side to side
As I see my stomach bulge from end to end--
his feet punishing me again and again.
I rest my head on her feeble hand
as she strokes my hair to wipe the sweat.
My scalding head had toasted my brain,
my eyes have sunken in its progressive state.
All hopes were gone and tempers flared
when I thrown up their tender care.
The hope of life is slowly draining;
more is lost, more than I take.

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