Weak

That day, I felt so weak.

My blood pressure had learnt to fly

and was trying to reach the sky.

Sugar level had achieved a new high

and my nose had started to cry.

My tongue was tinged with bitterness.

A drought set on my mouth.

Nothing was able to go in

and nothing could come out.

Movements were negligible,

Thinking was cloudy.

Senses were overridden

by the instinct to survive.

Nothing could help,

no medicines, no remedies.

No help from heaven above,

No kiss of true love.

Then a voice rang out

crystal clear it was.

Sharp as a diamond

Full of confidence bound.

"May God Bless You" it said.

"An Irony" I thought it was,

For I being a non-believer

Knew not how to respond.

Should I nod, being polite

or should I shake my head, smilingly.

No one was up there to help

and no one shall ever be.

Then started the miracle,

fit as a fiddle I became.

Realization came slow,

Realization came fast.

But,Realization came, all fine

that we are weak as humans

in the Grand Design.