It’s Very Very Old
Spares no one from its fold
Once it catches hold
Causes problems manifold
including many medications sold….
It remains unmoved even if you scold…
and liquidates misery untold
It is indeed very light
Yet makes one feel heavy
Between two outbursts is a lull
But its discharge is so very full
One ends up feeling hopelessly dull….
It spreads around with gay abandon
The smallest pretence is more than enough
A change in weather or the smell of feathers
Uncalled and Uninvited I attack…
And yet the Gods name I attract….
I am the existential cold
This is the authors poetic tribute to his tormentor in chief…who has accompanied him from his child hood days… and resides in his nose like a bosom buddy…. and is fully at work today….
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