I went to a doctor
With my weak and tired heart.
He checked my heartbeat
And said "Your heart needs her".
He wrote me a prescription,
Of simple things to do:
"Your heart is not sick,
It's just tired of missing her".
The prescription read:
Her presence, every morning,
Like sunshine on bare skin,
Stand close to her, stay still
Let your heart begin again.
Her touch, when pain increases,
One small hold of her hand is enough.
It will calm the trembling within,
The pain will vanish.
Her smile, three times a day,
morning, noon, and night.
Its purity will cleanse your thoughts,
And make the sadness light.
Listening to her little stories,
Even if they are small.
Her simple words are sweet syrup,
For the loneliest heart of mine.
Before you sleep, look at her face,
Her charm is a strong cure.
Your heart rate may increase,
But the pain won't hurt you anymore.
Patient
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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