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When I Got Ill

When I Got Ill

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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!!


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