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And once again the same hospital room. Appa liked Room 202 as it was airier than the rest. It wasn’t like the dark, musty smelling 204. The chemotherapy should start at 10 am if all goes well. “Go and see what happened to the blood report” That is appa’s order to me, every 15 minutes. Things move at their own pace here at this hospital. Nobody is in any particular...
By stormy grey clouds
The blazing sun is beaten
Sky’s tears are Earth’s joy.
I wrote this poem for 4th Standard children 15 years ago! Yellow, white, green and blue Myriad hues we have, we do Dancing gleefully in the sunshine The restless clothes on the clothesline Every house must have one In the backyard welcoming the sun Or even in balconies, tiny Coaxing sunny rays in, wistfully Shirts...