I was sitting out there holding my breath;
Everyone looked at me as if I was wretched.
That was a new year eve when the misfortune clenched;
My poor wrist drooped and swelled.
I looked ardently at the x ray room door;
There would be no fracture everyone was sure.
As the time kept elapsing;
The pain and agony kept grasping.
At last the devil came out holding a gray plate;
In his hand was my new year's fate.
His face was astonishingly sad;
My carpel was broken bad.
Then entered the brutal nurse holding a zapping needle;
Inserted and injected.......gosh that was lethal.
While returning my friends kept talking about the mutiny;
There talks kept encroaching my mind,was it my destiny.
Next day again I went to that hell;
There was peace on my face with no yell.
With a smile doctor wrapped the plaster round my hand;
Finally for three weeks I was booked and banned.
While all this period of time I kept observing and came to know;
Who were my friends and who were foes.
Finally my father arrived and took me home;
Handful of pills and a stony plaster were my companions when I was left all alone.....
