365 Writing Prompts: Placebo effect

If you could create a painless, inexpensive care for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?

I  sometimes feel ill without any reason, I get this at times, When I have too much time on my  hands and cannot find much to do, it is during  these times I feel sick, there is no headache tummy ache or any kind of ache. For such an ailment there is a medicine, it goes like this:

Sing a song of six pence a  pocket full of rye,

Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie,

When the pie was opened the birds began to sing

Oh wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before a king?

The king was in the counting house,counting out  his money.

The queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes.

When down came a black bird,and pecked off her nose.

Here’s the song it sure will cure an ailment which I described above!

Do you think  the medicine I recommended is  painless and inexpensive ?

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365 writing Prompts: Fearful symmetry

Pick a letter,any letter. Now write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.

A white rabbit hopped along the street merrily.

Ava followed it as far as she could.

And then came a lion roaring about.

Audacious animal where do you think you’re going?

Animal I am like you please don’t hurt me, he quivered!

Ah so you’re afraid you pesky four-legged creature!

All the animals worship me you should too.

Air blew the lion off the ground.

As I watched him with utter delight,

Aardvark  trotted and hollered:

“Aren’t we lucky to see him go!”

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Song and translation by Rabindranath Tagore Posted by Ranu

When the heart is hard and parched up,

come upon me with a shower of mercy.

When grace is lost from life,

come with a burst of song.

When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides

shutting me out from beyond,

come to me,

my Lord my lord of silence,

with thy peace and rest.

When my beggarly heart sits crouched,

shut up in a corner,

break open the door,

my king,

and come with the ceremony of a king.

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust,

O thou holy one,

thou wakeful, come with thy light and

thy thunder.

(Aagomon) Arrival by Tagore translation by ranu

(Aagomon)  Arrival               Rabindranath Tagore

The evening brought our work to an end__

our doors were shut we expected no one.

Some thought, there will be a visitor,

may be a king or a knight.

We roared in laughter and said no it’s not right.

2. Then we heard a knock on the door__

We then declared, ‘may be it’s the wind.’

The lamps were smothered we lay in bed__

some thought may be ‘it’s an emissary.’

We laughed and voiced, ‘it probably is the wind.’

3. At midnight we heard a strange tune__

drowsily we thought it was the thunder.

Every few moments we felt the earth was trembling___

some of us thought it was the ‘sound of the wheels.’

Still sleeping  we insisted,’it’s thunder.’

4. It was still dark, the sound of the kettle-drum was heard__

someone screamed, ‘,don’t delay wake up everyone.’

We held ourselves and woke up with fright__

some whispered in our ears, ‘we see the king’s image.’

We all woke up and expressed, ‘we cannot delay any longer.’

5. Where is the light,the garland,the preparation!

King is in my country ,where is the throne!

Alas our destiny,the embarrassment__ where is the assembly!

Some whisper in our ears,’this is a useless wail,

welcome him with an empty hand.’

O you all open the doors,blow the conch-shell___

in the middle of the night has come the king of dark homes.

the sound of thunder is heard in space, the lightning flashes,

pull everyone from bed and decorate the compound__

suddenly the king of sorrow has accompanied the storm.