Cold and Caugh

It is only cold and caugh

Make my life taugh.

Consumes the half

Of my energy,

Making me lazy.

It is the transition period

Between hot and cold

Weather, makes me ill,

Compels me to take pill.

It is only cold

Which compels me to hold.

If time would be stopped,

Waited for me to be cured !

My works don’t get postponed.

But time doesn’t understand !