I do not want to pile on, But I am in sweet pain, Just below the belt...
Pain due to nervousness, My dad was unwell, He got successfully operated...
He's my dear guardian Angel, Sustained injury whilst protecting me, I escaped with minor gashes.
He's undoubtedly the best father, There may be any trouble on me, But he's always standing on guard.
I strive to make my father feel proud, And though I often fail to make him feel so, I shall not give up hope that I shall make him feel proud.
Right now, I am in pain, I am unable to urinate.
But this pain is bearable, I shall now help him recover, My life is his blessings all over.
Maybe due to the subconscious tension about my father's recent surgery, I am unable to urinate after the morning bath but it will be alright.
Nothing scares me after my tete-a-tete with death for the 28 days in the comatose state and then the utterly painful but necessary physiotherapy. These bothersome little troubles are not something that I should be worried about now.