Victim of my Fate

Oh God

You've stabbed me

With an iron rod..

I wish

No man in this world

Suffers from this furld

I don't have any clue..

No.

Its not because of any flu..

Each and every tissue

Deals with its own torturing issue..

I've lost my hair

Which is unable to bear..

Gone out of breath

Due to force this evil sheath

My body of robust..

Is now

Fenced with poor rust..

I've lost my breast

Growling in pain and rest..

Even the fluid within me

Was replaced

In the name of chemo..

You are definitely

An uninvited guest..

Staying with me like an eternal pest..

Death doesn't welcome me..

Life doesn't portray me..

Counting hours and days

Is one's worst phase..

No..

I'm not afraid of death..

Just

Became very feeble

Because of this imposters..!!