A Hostile Host... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I caught some sorrow
from a place a little dark.
It put up in my heart
and felt more than just at home.
It looked like to stay on-
what pissed me off.
Now that I stopped being a host
it felt the place cold and soon itself left.

Since then I take my eyes off
anything even little dark.
They say catching sorrow
is like catching cold and cough;
so common though a bit rough!
I am taking lots of vitamin-C fun
to ward off the infection in case I run
into any dark alley out of crazy run!