Increasing Infection Poem by V P Mahur

The infection
With which you infected
My whole from every direction
Is now increasing rapidly
Getting worse and worse
With the time deadly

Look, I am on sickbed
Waiting the ailment to be the worst
To be incurable instead
I am grateful to your eyes
That gave incredible love germs
Their fatal moves no one denies

With painful hope I look forward
To you to acknowledge the emergency
And admit me to your heart's ward
I would prefer to be in your care
Treating me with your kissing syrup
Under fanning eyelids and shadow of hair