Logic Of Life Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

If I sneeze twice, I am sure
I am heading for cold:
Throat does not feel right:
My cold is not ordinary!

It racks me with wrenches
I struggle for four or five days:
Of course my wife thinks
I make it happen that way!

I keep gulping two large tablets
Blue in colour, of Septilin,
Made of herbs, leaves and roots
By Himalayan Drug Company.

One day I saw in the mirror
That if I retain them on tongue
Even for a few moments,
They leave a dark blue stain

So now I take water first
Keep it in the mouth,
Then put the two tablets,
Gulp them straight down.

This reminds me – I don’t know why –
Of the story of Chuang Tzu
And his warden of monkeys,
And his way of pleasing them.

There were used to three chestnuts
In the morning, and four in the evening.
They were unhappy with the arrangement.
So, the warden decided to satisfy them.

With great deliberation he told them
He is changing the whole policy
To four chestnuts in the morning,
But three at dusk: they were happy.

I agree it is all the same in the end,
But do I want to stain my tongue?
Ultimately, life does not obey logic,
But remains the greatest of mysteries.