By Trevor Pinto
In the land of Buri Nazar,
everyone envied
a vine so steady.
If the vine be so strong,
they wondered;
how would its yield be?
It was the time of harvest,
and the yield looked sick;
dying, yellow, parasite-infested.
Time
took its course,
thus, the yield died.
Rumours made the air heavy,
How? echoed in society’s mind.
Under the pretence of kindness,
cyanide fed in small portions,
went undetected, killing the exquisite.
Poor bougainvillea's, the couples,
never saw sunlight.
It happens when
mothers-in-law are malice.