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Consult The Medium For Your Love Problems?

That was the first time she was sitting in front of him,
Hunching as a wet chicken, going to be slaughtered,
He was a man of charm, full of false piety and glooms,
Holding a bell at twelve, praying to the soul, unwritten,
She was a woman possessed by an evil spirit of unknown,
As she had lost weight and appetite for the past two fortnight,
Worried parents consulted the friends of friends,
Relatives of relatives and found this medium to be effective.
Ritual flowers, Iron rails, sand from home, a pocket of cigar,
Particular alcohol and a few hundred dollars for the soul,
That would predict the illness of this desperate woman in black,
The high priests lit up the incense and kindle the coal,
The woman looked at the fire and the man in front of her,
The smoke filled the room and the woman was awake,
Chanting prayers to unknown deities from the grave of,
Chinese, Indian or Malay cemetery, asked the woman,
What her problem was. She told that she did not know,
And the man in Jubbah and scalp cap had to find.
He took the special homemade cigar,
And blew the smoke of cannabis on her face,
She stopped breathing as long as she could,
Then he asked what her problem was,
She repeated the same answer to the esteemed,
He took his pendant and dropped it in a glass of water,
And asked her to drink and inform him the matter,
An educated woman she was, she refused,
The spiked drink that dissolved the sweat salted,
He took a lemon and tied to the hair on the skull,
The weight of the fruit pulled her head down,
The helpers beat the drum and the perfect scene,
Set at the holy hour to find out the truth,
From the mouth of the horse that was weakened,
By the betrayal of another human,
Was construed as the work of evil unknown spirit,
but the woman came out unhurt for
she believed the truth of,
time would heal the hurt not the cheat.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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