Had I ever missed to feel, for an early recovery,
of a stranger, in an ambulance passing by?
Yes! And probably all the time.
However strong, mentally, I pretend to myself,
and sometimes to others as well,
when the corporeal us, breaks down,
pile of medicines, tens of prescriptions,
bunch of foods, which are supplementary.
Perhaps, the cure is something else, but
No one there, to say, or to wish,
or to text me, ‘get well soon dear!’
This city, if not rejected at once,
has also not accepted me yet.