Cheru’s the allergic emperor
among the trees on the earth.
Its dark violet nuts are
rich source of itching energy.
Though a single drop of sap –
a hypocritical white in hue –
could create an itching ecstasy,
consequent crimson rashes
frightened me with forebodings.
Capsules complicated my condition.
My body bloated like a python.
My face transformed with
an awkward look.
Itching – I spent an anxious year.
Browsing – I read a remedy for
deadly diseases in the same sap.
Wounding and healing forces pass
through the same channel.
Whether it be destructive, or be
constructive, we decide.
Copyright © FABIYAS M V | Year Posted 2017
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