Curry Leaf Poem by Shankaran Kutty

(For all those people good souls who are used and then dumped by the wayside.)

She is an ingredient of all
Curries, she is added for taste
But hark, does the curry leaf know
That after use she is a waste
Some throw her on the table
Others just spit on the floor
A most wanted queen during cooking
After cooking, she is wanted no more

Lives of some men are
Like the curry leaf destined
To be used in times of need
And then rudely left behind
Their acts are born of love
But when all of them are done
Wiped from the hearts with ease
To care for them are none

Like a fish thrown out on land
They gasp for love and care
But to care for them are none
Though people are everywhere
The only hope for them
Is to the Gods they daily pray
To save from the cruel world
Only HE can show the way.