Sickbed Poem by Suresh Kumar EK
Sickbed
Fever
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For someone with a fever
There are many revelations
Thoughts come in dreams
Time stands still
To lie flat
Lucky like Bhishma
On the arrows of love
Is a good offer
Starting slowly
Moving speedily
Up and down
In the big drums
The rhythm jumps and falls
Is the clarity of ambiguity
Getting to sickbed
The turmoil of the soul
Reflection of limitations
Opportunity for observations
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7/27/2025 10:26:33 PM # 1.0.0
A wonderful poem imbued with insight. Very discerning lines to ponder about. A well expressed write.