Old Pipes Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I opened the door a little in the 4th bed-room
The shelf with two rows of Indian English poems
Impelled by memory of moments of reading pleasure:
I am searching for The Silken Web edited by Sivasailam.

But before my eyes could locate it,
I was feeling dizzy: waited for the episode to pass,
But it became worse, and feeling more dizzy,
Had to move towards open window on the side.

Cross-breeze that blew through to the room-door
Made me feel fresh, and slowly the dizziness
Grew down and disappeared, especially
When I opened my mouth and yawned it out.

It is like the heart arteries clogging the pump -
Somewhere in my neck or region above that
My blood is not able to climb up to the head
Which in any case is decreasing its synapses.