Casanovas slipping into the red-light tangle;
Forbidden fruits, where temptations dangle.
A carousel sequelae of transient fun,
Shoving precious life through a darkened dungeon.
Herpes, a saboteur of life's quality;
Silent falsehoods, pernicious in totality.
Retrovirus tainting the filthy foray—
Courtesan's fate wrapped in tragic dismay.
The French disease, resurging like a dragon,
Greatest mimicker, its curse on the wagon.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
Fleeting morale fulgurates, bruising life's bitter frost.
Relationships crumble, akin to a precarious card cascade—
An insidious monster of misery, lurking like a ticking grenade.
Dire repercussions of the aftermath,
Grueling the innocent's once-quiet path.
Serenading the cognizant wizard,
Salvaging thyself from a tumultuous blizzard.
Categories:
sequelae, addiction,
Form: Rhyme
Diabetes is rampant here & there.
No organ in the body, does it spare.
All people with diabetes, we should scare,
About diabetes sequelae, without diabetes care.
And give glad tidings of normal life, with diabetes care.
With repeated lessons on diet, exercise & medication, prepare,
The patients’ minds & behaviour, for optimum diabetes care.
All nurses, educators and doctors in unison out there,
Should wage the war on diabetes, with no efforts to spare.
Even though with many faces,
Diabetes can stare,
With mustered spirits, technology & medications, it cannot dare.
Prevention, Remission & new Treatments, are there.
God-Willing, one day Diabetes shall be rare !
Categories:
sequelae, memorial day,
Form: Rhyme
In this era of Covid scare,
Where human interactions are so rare.
Much time on gadgets to spare,
Poor patients’ plight, no one to care.
Poverty, illiteracy & poor health care,
These issues need to be addressed fair & square.
Diabetes, a problem, leaving no organ to spare,
Asking for urgent,united efforts, so that ‘it gets rare’.
It’s the physician’s commitment, compassion & care.
That the patients feel at home & their worries are
no-where !
Screening for glucose control & if diabetes complications are there.
Giving them more time & attention, should be our everyday affair.
No matter, brittle is diabetes with many a sequelae out there ?
Folks with diabetes,need encouragement, confidence & optimal care.
There is always a silver lining in dark clouds everywhere.
To our patients we resolve, trying easy access to diabetes care.
Categories:
sequelae, november,
Form: Verse
Staccato inhale
Eyes stinging like alcohol on a latent cut
Your kindness hurts
It bends back my arms,
My shoulders straining to remain attached.
Feeling trapped by my desire to be loved
And dreading its sequelae.
I fear your caring.
I am terrified to accept it.
Why, why, why, why do I want to retreat?
To be plucked out by a helicopter,
Immediately lifting, a forward disappearance
Whipping the air with its blades, drowning out your words.
I do not want to hear you.
I do not want to see your eyes;
Your brows meeting in the center.
I was unable to absorb the blow to my abdomen,
Innocently extending and retracting,
Not prepared for this moment.
Years of defense training, wasted.
Categories:
sequelae, anxiety, confusion, emotions,
Form: Free verse
to celebrate a beautiful sin
on the green lake
a sequelae starts a covetous lust
of white skulls,
discovering oneself was as exciting
as the fondling of breast
for the first time –
innocent graveside, road burning
stretching to throbbing millions
harvesting endless tears ;
inattention of grief
was the punishment of unknown
shredding the veil into bit pieces
the ferocious clawing
tears off the sunset of age.
your jealousy?
bitter screams?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
sequelae, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
to celebrate a beautiful sin
on the green lake
a sequelae starts a covetous lust
of white skulls,
discovering oneself was as exciting
as the fondling of breast
for the first time –
innocent graveside, road burning
stretching to throbbing millions
harvesting endless tears;
inattention of grief
was the punishment of unknown
shredding the veil into bit pieces
the ferocious clawing
tears off the sunset of age.
your jealousy?
bitter screams?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
sequelae, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?