HEALTH POETRY

I choose my heath

I stay healthy, to keep my wealth
I fight germs and silence their threat
I choose my health above all pleasure
That’s why I wash with Dettol
 
I clean my teeth with Dabur
Till my mouth is rid of odor
I wash under-wears with Jik
And kill germs and their ilk
 
And when dusty winds
Bring a billion bacteria
And slithering flood
Carry potty illnesses
 
I boil rain water;
Wash muddy fruits
Clean my rotten room
 I rake my yard like a drake
And sweep it clean with a broom
I wash with soap after handshakes
And dab my hands no mater what it takes
 
I hate the noisome nosy Anopheles
That pecks me with her malaria-bug
That knocks hard at doors like a thug
Holding infants in her deadly grip
Till they lie down on floors
And stare at open doors
 
So I beat down malaria
With my mosquito net
Not minding her bet
Of death-carry pet
I spray my home
With insecticide
Till they die
In wherever
They hide
 
The heady day is full
Of grotesque questions
Nervous uneasiness hot
In baffling reactions
Men throwing away
Impregnable time
 
To the gusty wind
Of sickly illnesses
They bowed to busy
Motorways; markets
As ready hearts dread
The day’s putty outage
Of potty hurts, ripe pains
Flushed in boisterous drains