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May 2020
Lacking all mumbo-jumbo of a God,
He never gave me any spiritual sermon,
Work hard, read well and remember,
Lethargy is the handiwork of a demon.

One day he took me to a Lord Shiva’s temple,
Both found it thronged by people in thousand,
Suddenly I saw a shivling outside main temple,
Poured all my water there, made a circle around

Not finding me beside him inside temple,
He became quite nervous and came rushing out,
Relieved to see me, he noticed my work,
Temple-visit on Shivratri Day later got ruled out

Guess what my mother taught me all along,
Learn to be fair, do not try harm other,
If you dig in heels none would dare stand,
Enemy would welcome to be your brother

Buying and cooking with all care,
If you eat well, you think quite well,
Blood flowing in my veins are hers,
I do not remember I ever got un-well.

Hold a girl’s hand only for marriage,
Good husband’s any day better than soldier,
Let your children outshine war-medals,
Eat home-made food and avoid hamburger.
PREAMBLE TO POEM

To my humble mind, parents are the best version of gods and goddesses because they are hallucination-free. But, are’nt we busy elsewhere and forget them easily.

My extra attachment to my parents is borne by the fact that I am alive today due to their joint pain and pang about my health and life. I am alive today solely because of their joint venture and exercises for my healthy life.

As it happened I got afflicted by a disease which dogged Alexander and Napolean …notwithstanding the fact they were World Conquerors.

While my father got busy consulting Allopathic doctors, my mother began roping in occultists and astrologers to try bring immediate relief to me. But disease was threatening to be life-long and hence the intake of medicines.

To find a cure for my ailment, my father even began dabbling in alternate system of medicines.

As allopathic medicines were making me feel worse, taking cue from his daily success in handling medical problems of his patients with sweet globular pills –call it sweet pills if you must – I decided to switch over to his care despite his vehement protest.

But -- lo and behold! -- malady stopped repeating and thus began the unprecedented saga of MEDICINE-FREE HEALTH with no end in sight still. At 61, one kilometer walk and 5-7 kilometer of cycling is no problem
Written by
Lal Ratnakar  64/M/Patna,India
(64/M/Patna,India)   
61
   Bogdan Dragos
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