It is turning a nightmare,
travel has become a tedium,
a morsel of food partaken
in an event, a restaurant
converts into an agitator,
acts uneven causing
an uneasiness beyond
tolerance.
Having been a lover
of home food, that being
more so on the ones
cooked self, an occasional
meal elsewhere did
not do much harm, managing
well within my capacity
I kept going without fuss.
The twist to the tale
found in the latest
being a week ago,
I find myself snuggled
in the bed, with high
temperature, cough,
and indigestion all
embracing me with
much love, I lie half beaten.
Meenas Poems 