Ill Poem by krishna kumar

Mom will shout too late today, wake up sooner
I will be still there in the bed without any answer
My brother will come near and shake me longer
So I will say "I am not feeling well"
My mother could understand that I was ill
And she will say "you need some rest
So today, no need to go to the test."
My father will rush to the shop to buy me the bread
Seeing all this my brother refuses to have his food
Because he doesn't want to go the school
But my mother's compulsion will make him go
Then she will sit near with me though she has many things left to do
And she will start disturbing the Gods with all her prayer and formal
To make me become normal
With all the care and saying the stories together
She will make me sleep in spite of the fever
The next day when my temperature is still higher
She will ring to her mother
And at last my grandmother's way of curing