I have been seriously ill,
All this against my will.
Diabetes is the name,
‘Without a cure’ is its fame.
But my aliment is bit fussy,
Round the clock it keeps me clumpsy.
Precautions , doctor has prescribed,
After my story i had described.
Keep away from the sugary talks,
Go daily for a big long walk.
Stay apart from the sweeties,
They will kill you till tweeties.
A harsh behaviour is the insulin,
Take daily or you grow your sin.
Chilles are the best,
Take the truth and rest.
Why to flounder before a lie,
It will make you sooner die.
Paying for the advice to the clinic receptionist,
I hurriedly went up to the chemist.
He smiled and smiled,
Then up his shop he climbed.
Brought down some people in his bag,
Harshy parents, true friends and a community tag.
In his last statement he warned,
These people are harsh and will demand,
All efforts , happiness and addictions,
I said don’t worry i will follow the prescriptions.
And get off this diabetes off my head,
Because this is the only way to get ahead…