My Cold Poem by Nikunj Sharma

My Cold

Rating: 5.0


A box of tissue and dustbin
How good a friend they have been
To help me with my chronic cold
A special place in my heart they hold

Cacophony, as nasal as it can be
Is taken in stride by my colleagues
Can’t help though, they got to bear
If not out of concern, then out of fear
(I am boss here)

My cold is old and me an old cold
A sticky story every morning retold
Wonder where all the phlegm
Comes from
Remains a mystery
May my cold, live long
Many are employed by the tissue INDUSTRY.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjali Sinha 15 July 2009

hey tissues are not only for your cold---so many other purposes lol! ! ! -10 anjali

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Anju Addanki 14 July 2009

Ha ha ha a very nice and cute one

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