The one who creeps in
With a slight scratch.
While he pricks like a pin
All you can do is sit & watch.
At all cost you want him gone
So you indulge in an useless skirmish
Lemsip, vicks, milk with turmeric & so on
(antibiotics if you are more foolish)
You may run around with trepidation
But you know, nothing’s of any use,
He will remain in your station
Countering every action with his ruse.
As he takes over your body
Your throat, nose, head, face,
You swear, you haven’t seen anyone so shoddy
No one else can leave you in such deep malaise.
Alas, after a week, you are used to him
You give up fighting, lay down your arms,
bow down in front of him who is so grim
Only to find him else where trying his charms!
{Note: The (bad) poem is not the effect of ‘him’. This is what I am truly capable of!}