A poem written at a workshop when my father was in ICU after a heart attack, one in a series of devastating diseases that bound him to a chair and the bed, and wiped the smile from his face forever.
Racking and ravaging,
Invading insidiously,
Your brutal gleam,
Searing our tenderest part;
O heart-wrenching, body-wrecking
malignant madness called Disease,
Is there any nook of the world
Untouched by you?
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