Flu

FLU         by satya   pattnaik

In every winter
When cold rush in
Flu elegantly enters my body
To wrestle with me
Battle with my immunity
By its vulgar congestion
I sweated fumble
 Stumble and grapple awkwardly
By the dominion of flu in me
I know its motif
Breathless dirty game
It will play with me and
In the break will show me pity
Uncouthly flu armed to fight
With my blood bones and flesh
Try to invade my will avenues
To knock me down
With all its power
Only my smiles gain over the pains
 To defuse the treat of flu
No doubt, it hurts me but not defeat
Lean towards me rides my shoulder
But not down me
With all my wakefulness
In every winter
I coil my strength to greet flu
Moreover, relax in each of its move.
--------------------------------------------------20.11.12 Wednesday