Ailment Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

The air brake of
Evincing health, desist
It meditate into the pore
Which is interstice
And in Extreme
Misery I lie.

The alarm of boreness
Rang in me,
And interrupt the prudent
Being in my part
And in extreme
Misery I lie.

The body remain fulty
Through the vile fortification
Of the ailment
It persist me in the dusk
With Calvary
In extreme misery
I lie.

My eye become
Unperceptive
My head walk in the
Four cadinal
And my nose becomeoverwhelm
In extreme misery
I lie.

With God bliss and contention
I gound
In extreme misery
I lie.

To found myself
Awake in the morning
Healthy and stronger
Then it showed to me
That the misery is
Nothing but ailment
Which only need rest
And in extreme healthiness
I lie.