Lemonade,I thought for a moment

No I cant

An immature taste bud`s attempt

No,was the order by my doctor

Citrus juice oozed out

When squeezed, from its wedge

Scent,so tarty spread all around

I looked in despair into their glasses

Where ice cubes floated lazily

And sweating in its own chill

Cloudy looks tempting me

Sir u want,Its chilled

A question came putting me in a dilema

Taste buds including the mature ones

Started buzzing and fizzing

Utter chaos inside

Eyes and nose also joined them

Keeping me fixed on to those glasses

Sudden thirst and time moving in slow motion

A decision was there to be made

Alas!Someone has won

My senses or my own senses

I am not telling you who won

Because no matter who wins

Taste or health,I will lose one of them

So in the end,I am the loser..

----Kris