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Same old arthritis, same old sky, same old sunrise and same old me…

Yet here what’s new

Same old arthritis, loses to me whenever it tries to hold me tight.

Same old sky filled with kite of colours bright

Whenever I pulled, it discovered new heights

Same old sunrise, so far and so bright, I held it within captured in my eyes

Same old me at the end of the road,

Knew, Up is the way forward only if I am ready to climb.

A psycho-nutritionist