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.
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.
My HP Poem #1723