Vaid ji
In front of the eighty-four bells,
Ayurvedic pharmacy stands,
And its physician Kailash Chand,
Still fresh in memory today.
Fair complexion, tall stature,
Nehru cap, kurta, and dhoti,
Polite and soft-spoken,
Often went to him,
A pretext for stomach ache made.
He used to write,
A peculiar script on the prescription,
Only his compounder
Could decipher,
Who then prepared fresh powder,
Which was delightful to taste,
I used to enjoy licking it.
Keeping the powder in my pocket,
I happily returned home.
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