SALT

SALT

P K Routray

To conceive and compose

either in poetry or prose

varied subjects, poets ponder,

sparkle some by providence to their wonder.

Subjects, many from passion to prayer,

categories, a lot from sorrows to satire

flash across the inner eyes of every author

to paint it on their canvass for the reader.

An unusual subject not sweet nor sweat but salt,

to which from day one mankind owes a lot,

peeps within me to get a shade of brush

or else, me, my ungratefulness for salt will crush.

Sweet is given greater height and honor

ornamenting love, beauty, music and nature.

Salt finds no place in poems on par with sweet.

Forget the readers and writers, to live and survive they need it.

One can live, as diabetics do, for years without sweet

but to live without salt for a day or two, is a painful plight.

Why do we forget our love, longing and essentials so true?

Appeal I both composers and readers to think a while for something to do.

Neglected if you are, you retaliate with anger

Neglect salt, you will feel the pinch in your lunch and dinner.