The Irritable Syndromes Poem by Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Irritable bowel syndrome
Menacing someone in every home
Expressing in many a diverse form
Albeit benign, takes a few by storm

The ticking clock oft misses a beat
Sans rhyme or reason, in moments of heat
Thumping and fluttering, it displays its feat
Pumping at slow pace, it stages retreat

Our skin is the screen that mirrors our age
And displays in depth our every page
Radiant and glossy, it remains our pride
But hideous ailments, it might not hide

Red, angry looking and tearful
Of dust, fumes and smoke fearful
Our eyes forebode many a woeful
Warning on health often fruitful

Itching, sneezing and blowing
Our nostrils revolt by billowing
Against dust, scent and gale
Offended organ often tells its tale

Our ears being attuned to low decibel,
High pitched noise and tolling bell
Thunder, siren, yell and knell
Derange our delicate acoustic cell

Physical irritations invite mental agitation
To be reined in by constant cogitation
To avert unfriendly visitation
Allayed by meditation with least hesitation