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Is it an illness
Due to which I am not able to write
about the life around myself
Is it an illness
Thanks to which I am not able to see
the world around me
Is it an illness
Caused by which I am unaffected my odds
Is it an illness
With which I could uphold my pen in times of miseries
Is it an illness
That I still have my pen dirty and my hands greedy
Is it an illness
By which I am floating above the ground called earth
Is it an illness
Owning a barren mind in times of timid talks
Is it an illness
To be sulky, bulky and shaky about my footsteps
Is it an illness
To ponder about my little stomach ache, sore throat, lazy bone
Is it an illness
Not to wake up early in my days, weep late my nights, dream odd in my lights
Not you, not you, not you, I must say I am the reason for this stillness around my air