Of Maladies And Remedies

Poem By Abhishek Upadhya

Oh! My son is ill. What do I do?
'What ails him', asks I.
A cold so bitter, so unjustly cruel.
It pains to watch him suffer.

'Ah', says I. ' A glass of water.
Tinge of lemon. A dash of salt
and a hint of sugar'.' And stop the histrionics'
I add, while tilting my glasses to a side.

A home-remedy. Must try it.
A million thanks, said she.
' Oh that? '. ' That's for me'.
' Your son can have an Aspirin'. I say with glee.

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