When I Got Ill
When I Got Ill
When I got ill,
That Experience I remember still.
Nothing to do only lying on the bed,
Those days I became a child,
With mumma's hand being fed
All relatives enquiring and friends coming to see me,
Me, quilting in a quilt as thick as a dictionary.
Papa touching my forehead,
Each time coming in the room,
Me, every time receiving blessings 'recover soon'.
Eating peculiar medicines,
So bitter that I had to spit in a bin.
Oh! God don't make me ill now, I am requesting,
My exams are coming!!