The room is spinning,
Enlarging in size.
The walls breathe in, and out.
I'm weak as a kitten;
My body perspires
It's fever, there's no doubt.
My forehead is burning
And I start to shake
I feel very small, and alone
I sip me some water
Wish for panadol to take
When ill, it's no fun being home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching inscription has been made on illness and fever. Most touching lines are.... I'm weak as a kitten; My body perspires It's fever, there's no doubt. I am so sorry that you were on fever.
Not to worry, Kumar- - - It's only a poem! I did not really have a fever. But I remembered/recalled what a fever felt like, and I described it and wrote about it. I do that type of thing quite frequently- - write from a memory of something. Thank you for commenting!