The Stubborn Splinter by Sudhakar Sethi

In twilight's hush, 
where shadows softly fall,
A fishbone stuck, 
refusing to leave at all.

The cricket's delight
 on TV's vibrant screen
Couldn't distract me 
from the
 fishbone's nagging sheen.

Someone said,
 "Drink water, fast and free,"
Someone else suggested,
 "Eat rice, and see."

But the fishbone remained,
 a stubborn guest,
Causing discomfort and
 a troubled, restless nest.

I tried to dislodge it with
 a gentle hand,
But it only seemed to go
 deeper in the land.

My attempts at removal only
 made it worse, I fear,
A painful, aching throat, 
and a heart that shed a tear.

I went to the doctor 
with a hopeful, 
anxious heart,
Who examined me 
and played a
 gentle, soothing part.

"Don't worry," he said with a
 reassuring, kindly smile,
"It's just a minor problem that
 will heal in a little while."

But the damage was done,
 the fishbone's lingering pain,
Left me with a
 sore throat and a
 heart that felt in vain.

Yet, in the morning's light,
 I felt a newfound peace,
A lesson learned to cherish 
each moment and release.

Jambeswar pur, Balasore