Get Well Poem

Five years ago, my newly married cousin got really really sick. I just stumbled upon the get-well poem I wrote for him then.

The last few days, for you, must've been hell,
Even 16 km away, I can tell,
That you'd rather be sitting as was pre-decided,
In wa bar with dim lights and tolling bells,
Drinking to bhabhi's, my and your own health,
Caring a fig about health being wealth,
How does it feel, Vishal Bhaiya, to lie all day,
With an aching back and nothing to say,
Staring at different ceilings in different houses,
Dreaming of boots, shirts, or doing self analysis!
Studying the activity of spiders and their ilk,
Being force-fed pills, tablets and milk,
Periodically being resigned to four people plunging,
Your body in ice-cold water and sponging,
But all this is the darkness behind the candle,
Or to be more scientific, the penumbra mantle,
All your worries have been replaced by just one,
To get well soon, and go out in the Sun,
So how does it feel, Vishal Bhaiya, to lie all day,
And having your meals while in bed you stay,
A week-long break with nothing to do,
A nd a million people calling and asking after you,
Getting silly get-well cards like this one,
And being bombarded with good wishes, on the run,
Having somebody staying up nights for you,
If you carry on like this, you'll have a crew!
Getting so much attention, it makes me jealous,
(Don't raise your eyebrows, I've always been callous,)
Anyway, enjoy your convalescence, and take your time,
To plan out an ingenious crime,
People have done great things while they were recovering,
So why not you?? Take advantage of what's occurring!