There is no good morning,
There is no hello.
There’s no smile,
There’s nothing good.
For, I’m not well.
I’m not well because,
I’m not ‘feeling’ well.
This feeling in sleep I forget,
This feeling in entertainment I sidestep,
Fact is, I’m not well.
No thought, no attitude, no philosophy
Lessens my misery.
My world is washroom,
Kitchen and bedroom.
Because, I am not well.
To smile is painful,
To talk is difficult.
To work is punishment,
To die is bliss.
Friend, I’m not well.
– Guest