A touch of cold, a dash of fever
I have fallen sick on Diwali day
To celebrate today I was so eager
But go out and have fun I see no way
The nose is blocked, the joints aching
My body feels so chill
Got wet in rain, so it is my making
It got me in bed against my will
I found it hard to go for a drive
Rain was pelting down so hard
A drive I took, I had to strive
Though to leave home, I was barred
Crackers burst all around me
Fireworks light up the sky
From the balcony I am content to see
To go down I did not try
Hunger lost, taste buds dry
I still was forced to eat
To stuff the food I did weakly try
It was no easy feat
Now I lie rolled up in bed
A tablet, with protest, I took
Just look at you”, my mother said
How sick your face does look”
So now it is time for me to sleep
Hope my fever sets with the moon
Let me enter into a slumber deep
I want to get well soon
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