The eyelids refuse to open,
Wishing to remain in peaceful limbo,
Heralded of the surrounding misery,
Ugly sights and painted faces.
Battered, numb and stiff,
The body detests getting up,
Scared to live another day,
Infliction of inveterate scars.
Then why do thee get up?
Blame the culprit and accomplice,
The mind and the heart,
Urging to live, rise and shine.
16th February 2007. Published in US magazine, The News.
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