The Ague

All ends were coming close
As I lay shivering in the awful cold;
The dense dark clouds were laughing but
The rain almost emptied my living soul.

Mother is helpless
Father is doing the rounds,
While I lay breathing in pain with the ague.
Thinking every breath to be now my last,
Hearing unnatural sounds quite ably now
While my wavering body threatening to burst.

I hear the door bell ring
Hoping a doctor will come and save my life,
Yes quite right I am!
There comes he, all dressed in white.

A merciful hand from the sky I felt
As if the touch of god caressing and
Feeling my pulse and putting me to sleep,
With a pat on my forehead
And a needle in my vein,
Freeing me from all, I am almost dead.

Amidst cold silence I woke
Covered in white from head to toe,
There I was being laid in rows of beds
But no one was there to attend the dead.

I died last night in the cold
Unable to bear the pain anymore.
shots of elixir in my blood couldn’t help
The kind man's medicines were in vain.
My soul slept in peace all night,
Ready to escape forever in the happy rain.