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Drink from my Calabash
Drink From My Calabash
You came to my house
As sneaky as mouse
I offer you water in my calabash
I’m open I have nothing to stash
You felt bad maybe
I aroused your curiosity
What a simple life I live
I have nothing to give
‘Cause I gave you water in a calabash
Which I use to cook and to wash
I am not rich- I do not horde
I give you what I can afford
I do not make false promises
And do not live up to the Joneses
The calabash came from a tree
And it’s clean and healthy
It was not made by man
It came from the land
Man has to go back to the basics
Put aside science and physics
And try his bleddy darn best
To be sincere and honest
And use the truth for his cure
And take a lesson from Nature.
Mr. Tewarie's is among the most exciting of the new poetry I've seen! I love the poem's theme of returning to nature as our guide to what is important, as well beautiful and graceful. And I take delight in the subtlety of this poet's allusion to ancient spiritual teaching: in Bhagavad Gita, God (embodied in the Avatar Krishna) states that He will accept the offering of even a leaf .. or a drop of water, when given with the love of a pure heart.