A Nip Of Salt, A Red Chili And Some Mustard Poem by FABIYAS M V

Misfortunes mushrooming
from malevolent glares
are beliefs,
as common water hyacinth.

Eying me
drooping in dejection,
grandma takes a nip of salt,
a red chili
and some mustard,
locks her palm,
rotates her fist over my pate thrice,
then throws the ingredients of charm
into the embers in our hearth.
I refresh, fooling myself.

A scarecrow
hanging
in front of
building construction
is another Patriot system
against eye-missiles.
Defense is diverse.

Evil eyes thrive
from rhizomes of envy.
They have been
on the earth
since the inception of thought.


First published in The Literary Hatchet