Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Malaysian Bomohs@witch Doctors.. - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

We were the animist, lived in the jungles,
Worshiped the trees and the spirits,
We can talk to the spirits looking through,
The betel leaves and we dream day and night,

By breaking the eggs, we can tell your woes,
By cracking the soil, we can ‘unearth’ the truth,
A few girls may be hysteric and they are treated with love,
And care in the middle of the night, naked.

For every ailment, we have the herbs,
For every ambition, we have the talisman,
For every rival, we have the invisible sword,
For every weak heart, we are the motors.

The rich and the famous are our regular customers,
The businessmen and political men are our disciples,
We are respected and people are afraid of us,
we are the bomohs, who are called as the witch doctors.

If a government contract is needed, come to us,
If a girl doesn’t want to be your fourth wife, come to us,
If a man wants to overpower you politically, come to us,
If a signal disappears in the mid air, come to us.

Topic(s) of this poem: spirit

Comments about Malaysian Bomohs@witch Doctors.. by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Daya Nandan (7/16/2015 3:30:00 PM)

    this is a brilliant poem! (Report) Reply

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  • (3/14/2014 12:52:00 PM)

    It is exactly true people are behind the witch doctors!
    If a signal disappears in the mid air, come to us.
    If the plane disappears, come to us!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 20, 2014

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