Fever 102°

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Consumed by 102° fever
Weakness demands freedom
Confined to the bed
Winnie the pooh embodied

Cruel game of weather
Acting as the body shredder
Let go of me you devil
Watch me become evil

Cold and cough are time bound
As the weather changes they are around
Three days rest and they bid farewell
But fever makes you feel ‘definitely in hell’

Feeling like a sloth
I need a good run with long walk
Writing and blog are in jeopardy
Happily writing this sad parody

©Kritika

Hope you enjoyed this not so well poem. I have not been well since last two weeks. Sorry for not been around much. Trying to go through the works of my fellow writers lately. Definitely will come out of this hell soon.

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Impressive about me is my eagerness to try everything. Self Motivation is a fixed gear of my creativity vehicle provoking me to dance to the tune of optimism. Yoga and books are the two transducers of this victim which have helped to be straightforward and open minded. Improvement is the second gear which is under construction and will always be undergoing changes simultaneously achieving different goals. There are other supporting gears with less of speed more of energy. This is KRITIKA 🙂

4 thoughts on “Fever 102°”

    1. Thank you for asking. Yes, its no fun. It weakens the body from the inside.
      I am in the recovery mode. Will surely be great till the end of the month. 🙂💕

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