Tuesday, July 19, 2005

The Pills

The pills, a thousand, they must taste like fall…
With the wind hushing the coos, coos flown South,
The South where it’s well, where the flowers now call,
The flowers all red, with perfume and pout.

But there he sits happy, smiling at the wind,
A wind with leaves that once greened eyes,
Eyes that browned, like leaves, like sinned,
The sinned forgiven, like new leaves arise.

Ah! Dance! For spring shan’t be far…
For in hope he lives, as we wipe our tears.
He looks and smiles and waves from far,
And we taste his sweet pills, that sugar our fears…

6 comments:

Arun Sethuraman said...

Well...the thing's about the Placebo effect...if it helps![:)]

Abhilash Ravishankar said...

Good One.
Reminds me of my aunt who recovered from severe meningitis, thanks to that amazing feeling - "hope"

Arun Sethuraman said...

[:)]thanks bud!

Gounder Brownie said...

I love Vicks. It gives me a high. Seriously. Every time I get depressed, I empty a whole bottle on to my nose.

Arun Sethuraman said...

me addicted to otrivin...some nasal decongestion solution...love the salty thing going down my wind pipe![:p]

Gounder Brownie said...

Oh and Arun, do read 'Gounder Brownie's Plays' on my blog, PSBB memories :p