How should I tell you,
that how did I heal,
how should I tell you,
that how did I feel,
when all opportunities denied me, when all threats horrified me,
my lips were sealed,
my patience was my shield,
I dreamt of the sky,
but I was in the field, I tried,
just tried until the problems knealt, Hundreds of sorrow with I dealt,
"Tell about healing", you appealed, So man, this was how I got healed.

- Utkarsh Pandey