Sweat Drops Poem by Tajudeen Shah

Why 'you' and 'me',
Instead, Why not 'we',
To enjoy this boon divine;
Life, from the Lord so Benign?
Many a prophets were sent
To refine man's contempt,
But, lessons we learnt
Were not of clear intent.
Days of rain and pain
Made my mom insane,
Who had children nine
With such large intestine!
As we licking fingers,
Found a frail one lingers,
With narrow swollen ribs,
And yellow gloomy eyes.
Blending water, salt and flavors,
Mom could make cups of favors!
Salty sweat in many a drops,
Sprouted on his concave temples.
What a splendid crystals;
Spell of mutual love in mortals!