Poems on
Health

Rising Fever

a poem by Yerra Praneeth

The day has come, my body was witnessing rising fever
Many sleepless nights, fighting with the unknown enemy
I was alone in the nights with rising fever
I was not able to eat anything, suddenly my world has changed
I was not able to smell anything, suddenly my world has changed
I was not able to enjoy anything this time
I have been waiting for it to pass through fast in my life
My tablets did the job for me
My doctors did the needful for me
Finally with the God’s grace, my raising fever has down one fine evening
Thank you almighty for making my mighty body from weak to strong and healthy