Poetry

He came to me stealthily on this festival morning
I couldn’t permit him to hold me tightly
After all I was in festive mood
More over my children came home
They need my attention and love
How could I allow him?
Yet he embraced me
So passionately
Choiceless I was
Because
He doesn’t visit often
It’s been a year I remember
Last time when he came to me
But the way he held me in his arms
The way he arrested me turning me warm
Holding me tight in the bed before my people
Embarrassing it was to be with him but was to
Could no longer celebrate festival, he didn’t allow
Finally on attacking him with high dosed medicine
He left me to myself partially only this morning
😉FEVER is his name 😃

Raji❤