A Pill For Every Ill

He gullibly ate the fake food
Thinking that its quality was good.

Labeled with a bogus hologram
Food’s packing too was sham.

Taking that food he took ill
And was unable to move at will.

Then he was prescribed fake drug
By the doctor who was a thug.

In spite of that he was healed,
Coz his faith in food, doctor and pill

Anjali
04-09-2009

poem by Anjali Sinha
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