Mornings with fresh air,
flickers of sunlight,
orange hue of sky
seem beauty of next kind,
yet I breathe danders,
pollens and dust
that stifle me,
my heavy head takes
a tour to the world of
fidgety and I ride the
tour full of roller coasters
on the way and then
end up with my bed
and antihistamine.-
Thirteen I was, when she first came
In a winter's breeze, as a cold flame.
The mist, the road and the snow would gather
Every morning, to see us together.
Spot, never I could, for she is very little
Her impact on me, was faint and tittle.
But with the time she grew, just as I did
With the pride of possession, a smile she hid.
Twenty I am, and she is still here
In the worst of the times, sorrow and fear.
Reminding I'm not alone, giving me energy
For she's not a cloud, but the sky, an allergy.-
Then - Allergy from each other🖤
Now - Addiction of each other❤️-
I dared eat a strange sweet from a friend
And my tongue wished that it wouldn't end
But I felt my face swell
And my throat did as well
So I wheezed "where is my Epi Pen?"-
हमें अकेले रहना
अच्छा तो नहीं लगता,
पर क्या करें कुछ लोगों को
हमारे नाम से कुछ ज्यादा ही allergy है।-