Back Pain

I adjure the Father to procure my pain
So, I can rejoice like everyone else
Its the finest time of the year,
and I can't leave my bed
The blend of all kind of torture all over my body
seems like its here not to leave
Harsh to even imagine my life like this
where my feather-bed is also cursing me
My bed wants me to go as its been so long
The pillow wants my head away now
My legs want to walk a mile
But seems like my skeleton cannot take it,
It can't fulfill the wishes.
The autumn was never meant to be the way
While every one is enjoying,
I'm spending my vacation in bed.