Asthma...
Cancelled
plans and canned getaways,
Hindrance
showed up abruptly as always;
They
said, ‘the air you breathe is free!’
Oh,
not true! how do I explain my agony?
My
breath, not my very own – For,
It
is supported by a two-inch container;
‘Deliver
me from this trauma’, I implore,
For ‘Asthma’
is the only word I abhor!
Gasping
for breath, I twist and turn,
Well,
ease of breathing is my only concern!
Looking
at this sordid misery – I weep,
For weary
nights pass by devoid of sleep,
Oh, all
in vain! my pleas go unheard,
And
my breath becomes staggered;
‘Asthma’
– certainly a devil in disguise,
A beast that smothers
even my softest cries!