Not always one is perfect and pure
arise ailments of body and soul, with no apparent cure.

Adhered to the mind and skin they may persist,
useless is your penny and material, go on if you insist.

A remorse-filled time, a heart aching solitude, its but natural.
But amongst troubles if you strive, yes it is phenomenal.

You make me happy I feed your joy, a feeling so selfless,
now when you are down with a malady, boy! do I feel helpless.

They say a heartfelt plead always counts,
may be that is the one God always accounts.

So sitting alone with my stale life, I truly pray for you
that you get up again in a flash, and do that thing you do.

Back to basics, an animal again but so vivaciously smart,
with an ardent will, a militant charm and a golden heart.

Live your life to the fullest, while I am standing here,
even while apart, if you look behind you I will be right there


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