Cough Syrup

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The tonic in my throat

Preventing a lump

Is bittersweet to taste.


Just like an old lover

It has an expiry date

Meant to be consumed

Before it’s too late.


The local chemist sold me

A bottle full of fantasy

“Trust me” he said

“You will be fine.”

Red coloured liquid

Reminiscing of wine.


I should have known

That this was not meant to be

Should have forseen

The spill. The stain.


On my off-white sheet.

The pain.


I continue to suffer; magic is over

I console myself- There was none

Half empty, so life-like

Now expires the bittersweet one.



Ishani Banerjee

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