Why is everybody looking at me and crying?
Why does it look like all are lying?
My Dad and Mom sit on my left and right with a pitiful face...
The time seems to be moving in a slower pace .
I had long, shining and silky hair...
Which had the ability to catch everyone's glare.... ;
But now, I feel it no more long ;
It seems to have gone away like a long lost song...
Many people come and keep their hands on my head and pray,
The colour around me is dark grey.
People come, hug me and say, "Get well soon Baby! "
And I smile and reply, "I will be".
I asked "Will this disease take my life away? "
The doctor replied "That, I cannot say . "
