The Miracle cure
Did you know Kanan 's old grandpa is sick
The rumor, traveled the village quick
And the village gathered to commiserate
The young daughter-in-law,educate
It is very sad , the end is nigh
In hushed whispers, they did sigh
Advised,to put him on a diet of thin rice gruel
To ask his body to digest anymore would be cruel
Each passing day poor Thatha* remained unwell
Villagers shook their heads, waited for the funeral
Until the schoolmaster's son returned to everyone's delight
A doctor, the village's future bright
Who knew that little imp, the naughtiest in the crowd,
Would one day,make the village proud
Off he went to see Kanan, his old friend, heard the tale
Of his ailing grandpa, so sick,so frail
Moved by the sight of a once jolly man, broken, bent
Asked to be left alone,with his patient
Came out grave, stern, face creased with care
There is still hope, he did declare
The treatment is complicated, for it's efficacy
I must insist on it's completely privacy
Every morning, the young doctor arrived as norm
A neatly wrapped newspaper package under his arm
By and by,to the surprise of all
Thatha recovered with each doctor's call
Until one day , to the exclamation of all and sundry
He sat up and declared he was very hungry
The village came together to celebrate
The young doctor, on this miracle cure, felicitate
Asked the headman his reverent best
Would the doctor,kindly share his secret ?
The doctor seemed abashed , amused too
Said it was no miracle cure, he knew
Old man was tired of the gruel diet, he led
Begged for some idlis instead
The idlis I bought him from the nearby store
Are the reason, for his own cure
The old man chuckled , and said
No my son, it was your kindness, instead
And when all else fails , kindness is the miracle cure
That stems by grace, from hearts pure.
--shubha
