Poem 183 : The Medicine

 The Medicine
                             -  T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

The purity of nature in it's highest,

Extreme ends and points of the land,

The Indian soil at it's richest,

A fineness and calmness in the air,

Air sucked up by the nostrils to it's fullest,

Language intermingling with each other,

God's own country or the world is here,

The garden of wisdom is very near,

Nature valued at it's highest,

Materials are placed at their lowest,

Sights seen and unseen are the loveliest,

Climate switching and switched forever,

Wavering nature is the purest,

Pleasant wetness surrounding all around,

Dryness to make way for the ground,

Crowded and organized everywhere,

Richness and nobility in the blood,

Primitive richness and tradition is here.

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