Fever 102°

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


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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