a magical or medicinal potion.
I’m the mother’s kiss
On a bruised little knee more than Dettol ever could be.
I am the plate of plain rice and dal
For the hostel boy who returned home after more than a year.
I painted her face with rainbow hues
When her mother held her hand as she walked out of the closet.
The inkpot to the writer’s broken heart
I am their baby’s first cry after 7 years of trying.
Or a mere pencil in those tiny hands
Which held hot kettles and brooms for all their lives.
You see, I’m everywhere and nowhere
But next time you see me, use me a little and pass me on.