Hepatitis A, a silent foe,
Through unseen paths its tendrils grow.
In waters dark, it rides unseen,
On hands unwashed, through places unclean.
With weeks of stealth, it plants its seed,
A virus with a cunning need.
Then symptoms rise, a slow decay,
As health slips gently, day by day.
A weariness invades the bones,
Fatigue sets in with muffled tones.
Nausea stirs, a twisting ache,
In upper right, sharp pangs awake.
The fever low, yet spirits weak,
The appetite begins to sneak
Away from meals once enjoyed,
Leaving hunger lost, destroyed.
Urine dark, a shadowed stream,
And joints that ache—a dull, sore theme.
The jaundiced skin, in yellowed hue,
Tells secrets liver’s trying to undo.
But risk lies not in wounds alone;
In travels far, the seeds are sown.
In close-knit hands and food unclean,
The viral spread remains unseen.
Yet hope endures, with soap and care,
A wash, a rinse, with mindful prayer.
Prevention speaks through needles’ grace,
A vaccine shield in health’s embrace.
So let us guard with habits pure,
To keep our world from this obscure,
A virus sly, a fleeting guest—
With care and knowledge, we resist.
