DREAMING OF NEEMING

 Dreaming Of Neeming

(Also called Pseudomonas In The Sinus)

It so happened when we returned from the farm

The pus had increased to a level of alarm 

Betadine

As useless as wine

Antibiotics 

Just causing chaotics

Doctors dumbfounded 

Confusion abounded

If their teachers could hear their logics now

They surely to compounders would be compounded

A culture of cells

Rung warning bells

And said the bacteria 

So very persistent 

To almost all anti's

Was strongly resistant 

Only a handful of -amines and -sporins

Held any hope of doing the curins

The surgeon whose mind always saw knives

Said let's cut again to see why it thrives 

And then put a mesh for the sinus to mend

So the putrifac to mouth will not descend

The dentist said oh none of these are edible 

The only antibiotics are all injectible 

I dithered and tarried and vacillated

For my sinus to cure I fervently waited 

When home at the farm hope had seemed to ebb

And I had tired of searching the world wide web

I had sent young Dinesh up into a tree 

And asked him to throw down some Neem leaves at me

Now Dinesh is a man with a big heart and soul 

And he threw at me two branches whole

These came to Punjab in the boot of the car

And I ate 5 leaves after each day and an hour 

And every night I remembered the promise of magic 

Made for haldi doodh by all docs Vaidic

The dentist was waiting to hold my arm steady 

To put a cannula in a  vein made ready 

For a long spell of antibiotic injections 

The surgeon got out his favourite cutters

Ignoring my pleas and hapless mutters 

I got an appointment in a day and a half 

To go to the slaughter like the fatted calf

As part of every night's routine 

I picked up a bottle of Betadine 

Six months I've done in it

There's no fun in it 

The bacteriye ain't dyin'

But we gotta keep tryin'

Drill them

Grill them

With injectables 

Kill them

I held up the bottle but felt a bit low 

To more of Betadine my heart said no

I didn't want go under the surgeon's knife 

That's what I told my darling wife 

And neither did I want 

On couch to lie

With injection flowing 

And side effects growing 

Just then I spies with my little eyes

A bottle of Listerine as she lies

Shining blue like the Nainital skies

Aaja aaja I said to her

And gargled with a lot of ger ger

To my morning surprise

When I open my eyes 

Not much pus on the cotton wad lies 

As I take it out of its place in my gums

My brow is knitted and I emit some humms

Could Listerine 

Have gone and deen

What was too much 

For Betadine 

I postpone the surgectory 

And dodge the injectory

And go very carefully over the last month's trajectory 

For a day I believe 

Mouthwash brought reprieve 

Then Google complicates things again 

Pseudomanas with Listerine cannot be slain

The septic seems to retreat again 

And I cross fingers as I pick Google's brain

What effect does Neem have on this bacteria 

And what about its yellow friend turmeria

Ah says Guggloo

They both kill this guy

Even modern science does not deny 

So that is where we are at now 

Haldi in warm milk of cow

And eating the leaves of the neem so bitter 

And boiling them to make mouthwash hard hitter

I think I'll be cured in a few more days 

And will listen more to what old wisdom says 

Tamaam

Shudh

The end