A gasp of precious breath!

I struggle as I gasp for precious breath
Broken due to this unhealth,
Nothing interests me as I sit
in depression playing symphony,

Dont stress I'm told
It shall worsen if your bold,
Your body's crying for some hold
of that elusive leisure time.

I read, I watch, I hear, I pray
for all the madness of the day,
Innocent angels bearing the brunt
of perverted minds,

Someones looted, some killed,
Death defying orgy thrilled,
With so much grief doing the round,
How dare I grief my temporary bound,

My remorse is nothing I comprehend,
To that of a grieving father,
Who's lost his wonderful paradise,
his offsprings prancing precipice...of unending glee.

I shall regain my strength & bounce back,
what of him for there's no come back,
From a depressing worldof childless fatherhood.

Oh dear God! How could you not
Help those angels on fire,
Didn't it burn a hole in your heart
to see them burn on a pyre.

(penned while the author was remorseful for not keeping good health & realised how vain she had been in comparision to the Nithari mayhem where scores of innocent children were abused & killed to quench two sick mens perversion)

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