Whence this cough-n-cold?
A dis-ease centuries old!
Makes you feel awkward,
Life seems to run backward.
No fever, no bad body ache.
In runny nostrils for life's sake
Some room for oxygen you make
With each deep breath you take.
Speaking is tough. In ears ring
The distant songs sirens sing
Of the creaky hospital bed's spring.
The very thought makes the mood swing!
To the old adage, 'health as wealth', cling
Thus alone can you lead life like a king!
Pratima@ managing limericks cum sonnet while real ill/shows how literatures your life fill!
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