31 Years, 10 Weeks and The Evil Eye
31 Years - Of being Amma's baby !
10 Weeks - And my life will actually never be the same again.
I don't want to say much this time.
This poem is for Mowgli and his Pattis and above all, dedicated to my own.
The Evil Eye
Beware Mowgli! of the Lurking One,
For it is cunning and sly
It preys on all things good and kind
It is the Evil Eye.
It has been everywhere and moves unseen,
Since the days of yore.
I heard it first from my own Patti,
And it is no village lore.
It listens to every happy sound
On smiles it claims a stake.
If you were ever caught between,
You would rather trust the Snake.
It follows no rules and obeys no law
So listen to your Patti's advice
Blow no trumpet to announce your joys
For that attracts the Evil Eye.
You are so small and innocent,
So far from the worldly wise
The hidden perils in smiling too much
You hardly realize !
Soon you will grow big and strong,
Ready to shout your battle-cry.
Do not worry for until then,
Patti will fight the Evil Eye.
She has a secret weapon,
As only Pattis do and must
Its a magical thing called Faith
So in her, place your trust.
So beware little Mowgli,
And be safe, little child.
It is a wild, cruel thing
Called the Evil Eye.
10 Weeks - And my life will actually never be the same again.
I don't want to say much this time.
This poem is for Mowgli and his Pattis and above all, dedicated to my own.
The Evil Eye
Beware Mowgli! of the Lurking One,
For it is cunning and sly
It preys on all things good and kind
It is the Evil Eye.
It has been everywhere and moves unseen,
Since the days of yore.
I heard it first from my own Patti,
And it is no village lore.
It listens to every happy sound
On smiles it claims a stake.
If you were ever caught between,
You would rather trust the Snake.
It follows no rules and obeys no law
So listen to your Patti's advice
Blow no trumpet to announce your joys
For that attracts the Evil Eye.
You are so small and innocent,
So far from the worldly wise
The hidden perils in smiling too much
You hardly realize !
Soon you will grow big and strong,
Ready to shout your battle-cry.
Do not worry for until then,
Patti will fight the Evil Eye.
She has a secret weapon,
As only Pattis do and must
Its a magical thing called Faith
So in her, place your trust.
So beware little Mowgli,
And be safe, little child.
It is a wild, cruel thing
Called the Evil Eye.
posted by RagzZmatazZ at
8:03 PM
7 Comments:
Awww.... please don't talk about the evil eye. There is no such thing as that.. smile without a care, laugh without being worried.
By
Manali, at 11:41 AM
Of course we don't believe in it Manali :). Its supposed to be a tongue in cheek poem written for my mom who does not believe in it either but wonders about it from time to time :D !!! And She had a hearty laugh when she read this :)
By
RagzZmatazZ, at 12:04 PM
Loved the poem Raga :) You have captured the love affair between paatis and evil eye so well..
Evil eye or no evil eye...Paatis are the best thing ever for babies.
This one is for Mowgli and the special relationship he will share with his Paati..
By
Divya, at 10:24 AM
Beautifully written Raga :)
By
Chitra, at 9:31 AM
Thanks Divs, Chitra !:)
By
RagzZmatazZ, at 9:11 AM
Such a beautiful poem. For some reason, this poem is really relevant in my life right now :). May Mowgli never be touched by the evil eye..
By
Arc, at 6:28 PM
Thanks Arc. Hope all is well at your end !
By
RagzZmatazZ, at 11:20 AM
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