At Eight and Fifty
I learned to take baby steps again
For neuropathy had laid me down
Making the path to recovery ardous and painful
With lead in the thighs
Gritting the teeth
I took one ginger step ahead of another
Braving the pain shooting up the legs
As the days went by
One step led to ten
Ten to hundred
Hundred to thousands
Calling out to Devi in anguish
Turned to a song in praise of her
As she handheld me slowly but steadily
To attain a sense of normalcy
Life last few months hasn't been easy
Living with pain never is
But there is always a silver lining
In the darkest of the skies
The ordeal made me shed my haughtiness
Taught me not to take anything for granted
Made me humble and thankful
Only regret being it took me so long to realize
PS: I tried my hands at poetry just to satisfy a personal whim. Do not intend to write poems again
