72. Poem
Thank you for everything good and bad
Whatever inflicted me
Whatever benefitted me
I'm thankful for everything
An year ago I was crippled
Brokenness defined me
Emptiness measured me
Everything was ailing and painful
An year now wherein we are
I'm grateful that you stayed through it all
I don't doubt your intentions
For I love giving benefit of doubt to others
Everytime I did heal, black magicians tried to unheal
Everytime I was happy, devils conspired to make me unhappy
Who this unworthy people are we both know best
No benefit of doubt is required here
You had your plans and a story
I have my plan and my story
You opted for another, as I didn't fit your autobiography
A future bleak in me to see, only a lay friend to be
I opted out, cos I didn't feel the need to continue
There was a reversal in plots of our stories
The characters got changed and so the setting
Everything required readjustments to continue
I was still a character to be included in yours
As per your need and also of your dear ones
I got sick, you stayed to latent nursing me
Thank you for your thoughtfulness and help, I'm indeed indebted
What do I know, what's my role
So many words you and your people spoke
I'm neither confused, nor doubtful
But nothings working ahead as it's all hidden