Anxiety blunts the immunity

Run and run, all the time you’re on the run.
Miles and miles up before you sleep.
Where is time for love or music?
Everything looks like a snail speed.
Run and run lest the bus should miss.
You are fast heading to hell.
Your immune system is in peril.
14.03.2000, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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