Pray smiles to be infectious, not cruel flue
Sneezing coughing reeling be transformed
Into jumping, dancing merrymaking
Let smile spread its rays not the contagious virus
The agony and lamentation will strangulate you
Let in each house dwells a divine heater
Providing warmth and protection of mother’s lap
Aloud bang, a sneeze last week in the shower
A bad omen understood, I knew the second coming
It grabbed me last winters with its cruel beak
Poking, scratching, bruising gentle nose
Became untouchable in my own golden cage
Fear lingered midst mob of fraternity
A look of horror gripped the gentle husband
What ensued a sport of hide and seek
Seven thundering nights and days
The merciless devil possessed, howled
Hammered my innocent head, miracle concoctions
Holy waters stopped working, until on efforts
Of an ancient doctor’s exorcism, the spell was broken
Exquisite Zingiber Officinale, the herb from a valley
Far in basins of holy Ganges was brought
The divine sage burnt with chants the stubborn
The flue was chased, trapped in a lamp from
Arabian nights finally set afloat to distant lands
With words of caution, get your shots on time
Or escape the wrath of devil, whose terror ranges
from sinking sands of Sahara to impenetrable
forests of Amazonian terrain, till the mighty
Himalayas.
(I wrote this poem as I am suffering from the bad flu, I’ve been sneezing and coughing a lot. The poem is my take on this irritating ailment.)
