Giant Mountains can be moved by the
sheer hands of a lone Hercules ,
Mighty rivers can change their course
of centuries out of just one prophecy
Tallest Amazonian tree can be uprooted by
hammer blows of tempests of the north
Yet my fellow folks there is one thing
harder than the all, for everything under
the Draculean Sun has been smeared
on the dark gaunt raccoon eyes from the
holiest waters of mighty Ganges,
Zinger herb from the fertile
plateaus of Zanzibar, medicinal secrets
from the ancient deltas of River Nile…
Eaten forbidden apples from the gardens
of Eden to have crimson blood flowing
on purplish patches, had pulp of heavenly
Swiss cherries , took elaborate
baths in the silky waters of wines
from the fine regions of Normandy,
had stinky soap carved specially out
humble Mediterranean donkeys milk
enough to conceal of late nights voyeurs,
even had the kilos of harrowing cheese
made out of one Arabian camel’s milk
but to no avail, all in vain…
My fair ladies and gentleman for when
a young woman in thirties suffers from the
intense pangs of Dark-Circles it’s hard
to cure, smooth virgin skins can not hold,
and the blue veins under eyes just
falls apart….
( This is my true story, tragic and painful as it sounds)