With sickness ruling the kingdom of me,
I lay wounded with wounds of fever,cold and cough,
My soldiers of immunity fighting over germs,
I just wait for victory.
Waiting made me realise,
How I yearn to do things I love.
Painting , writing, reading or studying,
Are jailed and are far away.
How I regret spending time on useless activities,
Wasting the precious time I once had,
Procrastinating things on tomorrow,
But who knew how blurred tomorrow would be.
Now I just pray for my soldiers to win,
For getting strength and immunity,
So that I can utilise time I will now have,
On things I once avoided to be done tomorrow.