WHAT IS IT?
It shoots-up into your head,
Makes you feel dizzy;
Trickles and tingles down your
left arm,
Making you feel heavy and breathless!
A feeling of despondency, lethergy and
tiredness, -
Descends down over you!
You remain in a state of animated
suspension,
Till it subsides with medication,
To settle down inside;
When the sphygmomanometer indicate, -
It is now almost normal!
And a state of calmness and well-being -
Prevails within and without, and all around!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write...clever and entertaining...BP would be pleased (and it would show its pleasure by keeping cool) to read this poem! ...10