If not for your care

Sometimes I wonder,

If not for your messages
about what I eat,
I would surely be
a little more lean.

If not for your calls
inquiring about my health,
I would be lying
on a hospital bed.

If not for your teasing
about what I wear,
I would be moving
in torn clothes and rags.

If not for your nagging
about my beard,
I would look like
a dacoit without fear.

If not for your care
though different it may be,
I would be miserable
and survive barely.