Poems by
Rangarajan G

Fever

a poem by Rangarajan G

Fever is not
When the mercury
Crosses the red
Scathing your body
Ensconced in cosy bed.
Fever is – when
The snow falls
On the sidewalks
Making a bed of
Cold sub – zero
Snuffing
The mother and babe
To a miracle!
For the Infant
Shelters its Mother