Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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In order to mend the broken slabs of bedraggled building; all that was required was an ointment of rich cement and raw brick, 


 


In order to mend the broken web of spider; all that was required was an ointment of silvery threads and slime, 


 


In order to mend the disastrously scorched territory of soil; all that was required was an ointment of cool and revitalizing water, 


 


In order to mend the broken links of the enigmatic jigsaw puzzle; all that was required was an ointment of pragmatic intelligence, 


 


In order to mend the broken bits of scattered paper;  all that was required was an ointment of glue and sticky adhesive, 


 


In order to mend the broken periphery of lips; all that was required was an ointment of glossy lipstick, 


 


In order to mend the disdainfully broken finger; all that was required was an ointment of thoroughly powdered and fine calcium, 


 


In order to mend the broken down car; all that was required was an ointment of golden petrol, 


 


In order to mend the broken fields of sprawling grass; all that was required was an ointment of pure and natural goat manure, 


 


In order to mend the broken stomach; all that was required was an ointment of appetizing food and voluptuous fruit juice, 


 


In order to mend the broken and stammering speech; all that was required was an ointment of; stupendous confidence in self, 


 


In order to mend the broken city; all that was required was an ointment of paramount resilience; the fortitude to stand together and reconstruct the same paradise, 


 


In order to mend the broken and age old computer; all that was required was an ointment of hi-tech software chips; and a flurry of ingenious program, 


 


In order to mend the broken and slowly fading light; all that was required was an ointment of the blistering Sun, 


 


In order to mend the broken eye; all that was required was an ointment of glistening moisture; and passionate fantasy revolving fanatically each second, 


 


In order to mend the broken shirt and trousers; all that was required was an ointment of colored buttons and long spools of silken thread, 


 


In order to mend the broken individual; all that was required was an ointment of reassurance compounded with heaps of unparalleled empathy and care, 


 


In order to mend the broken throat; all that was required was an ointment of warm and sizzling herbal tea; a peaceful day's rest to soothe every traumatized vein, 


 


In order to mend the broken relationship; all that was required was an ointment of perpetual and amicable understanding, 


 


In order to mend the broken nose; all that was required was an ointment of moist and overwhelmingly compassionate breath, 


 


And in order to mend the broken heart; all that was required was an ointment of care; an ointment that spread the immortal roots of love; whenever and wherever applied.



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Ointments