Sunday Poetry by Harekrishna Dey
Illness
An illness inside my body
Feeding day by day.
As soon as the symptoms are noticed in your mind,
I’ll take the bedrest.
I will spread all the limbs on your throne.
Inside my body
Just inside my mind.
You’re getting hot with fever.
Paracetamol arranged in your heart,
The diet of my illness.
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