Cold Stole My Sleep

a poem by Sudarshan Madhav Karhale

Sighing at the breaking news
of incoming heavy rainfall foretold,
I cleaned my runny red nose
caught again in the annoying severe cold.

Having a cup of hot ginger tea,
I tried desperately to relieve my sore throat.
Barely finishing it the halfway,
I sneezed suddenly, as I had thought before.

My evil younger brother as always
was taunting teasingly me about my evident weakness
how do I explain him weather
how badly I hated that recurring sickness.

Moreover, this deadly infectious weather
does not let me heal;
breathing is quite difficult
through the constant flowing mucous seal.

Never I had walked so much before
the day before yesterday,
I sprinted restlessly to the bathroom
to spit the thick yellowish scum away.

Had had a half–hearted dinner
by the early evening.
My stomach is gurgling loud with hunger
while I keep wheezing.

With swollen eyes wide opened,
I had no sleep all the weary long night.
My cunning selfish brother demands me to keep my damp smartphone
and started unnecessarily to fight.

On the high wooden bed I sat exhausted,
typing on this stupid virtual screen;
narrating to you what was happening
from this morning till the next one coming.