IN MAKING A GARLIC GINGER PASTE FOR ANCHORITE
He is an old-timer, man of gardening
Herbs and herbal therapy in his wallet
Green leaves and Tulsi paste in vial,
Proportionate seasoning
with mint,
His cough ,his congested
chest,
Would crave for relief soon,
Self medication is his forte;
Dying anchorite would scribble ,
Scribble till his muse goes for rest.
His ginger garlic paste brings him
Back to this normal world,
his dying
Soul would seek redemption
every minute.
He screams “ I am alive with redoubled
Vigor and fate cannot harm me”
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