Ointments Poem by Nikhil Parekh

In order to mend the broken slabs of bedraggled building; all that was required was an ointment of rich cement and raw brick,

In order to mend the broken web of spider; all that was required was an ointment of silvery threads and slime,

In order to mend the disastrously scorched territory of soil; all that was required was an ointment of cool and revitalizing water,

In order to mend the broken links of the enigmatic jigsaw puzzle; all that was required was an ointment of pragmatic intelligence,

In order to mend the broken bits of scattered paper; all that was required was an ointment of glue and sticky adhesive,

In order to mend the broken periphery of lips; all that was required was an ointment of glossy lipstick,

In order to mend the disdainfully broken finger; all that was required was an ointment of thoroughly powdered and fine calcium,

In order to mend the broken down car; all that was required was an ointment of golden petrol,

In order to mend the broken fields of sprawling grass; all that was required was an ointment of pure and natural goat manure,

In order to mend the broken stomach; all that was required was an ointment of appetizing food and voluptuous fruit juice,

In order to mend the broken and stammering speech; all that was required was an ointment of; stupendous confidence in self,

In order to mend the broken city; all that was required was an ointment of paramount resilience; the fortitude to stand together and reconstruct the same paradise,

In order to mend the broken and age old computer; all that was required was an ointment of hi-tech software chips; and a flurry of ingenious program,

In order to mend the broken and slowly fading light; all that was required was an ointment of the blistering Sun,

In order to mend the broken eye; all that was required was an ointment of glistening moisture; and passionate fantasy revolving fanatically each second,

In order to mend the broken shirt and trousers; all that was required was an ointment of colored buttons and long spools of silken thread,

In order to mend the broken individual; all that was required was an ointment of reassurance compounded with heaps of unparalleled empathy and care,

In order to mend the broken throat; all that was required was an ointment of warm and sizzling herbal tea; a peaceful day's rest to soothe every traumatized vein,

In order to mend the broken relationship; all that was required was an ointment of perpetual and amicable understanding,

In order to mend the broken nose; all that was required was an ointment of moist and overwhelmingly compassionate breath,

And in order to mend the broken heart; all that was required was an ointment of care; an ointment that spread the immortal roots of love; whenever and wherever applied.