Sneeze

By Pradip Chattopadhyay

Two buds of garlic
Ginger in tea
Can’t do the trick
Can’t produce poetry.

Can spare you a sneeze
I’m done with too many
When blows the breeze
When it’s rainy.

Where springs the fountain
Flowing ceaseless thru nose
Once sneeze sneeze again
Don’t feel so morose.

It’s the day to be dumb
Better if you resign
When nose is red numb
Can’t pen a one line.

Through sun and the rain
It’s time tested old
Once sneeze sneeze again
Lo no remedy for cold.

Gingered tea cup
Can’t kill the enemy
It’s time to wrap up
Close the shop for poetry.

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