Do we know better now (in our modernity)?: A poem

I didn’t shatter my soul in broken mirrors

And I studiously tapped wood when I breathed

about the good things in my life. I turned back

when I saw a black cat. I religiously never walked

under ladders. I didn’t know about opening umbrellas

indoors, or I’d never do that. I didn’t cut cake

before my birthday. Did I ever pick up a penny that faced

 tails up? I  always crossed fingers, when I hoped and prayed.

Mum would greet newly married couples, and new born babies

at the doorstep with sacred fumes and smoke of coconut shells.

Dad would make us smash the evil eye formed from burning

arsenic. O how did we believe in these superstitions that

science attributes to madmen in a well of obsoleteness?!! I think

there’s more to propitiating nature than we can reason (even in the

cruel act of human sacrifice). The dimensions are around us, even  If

we think our senses were all commonsense based on logic. In my

childhood days, Dad would take me to a witch-doctor when I

fell really ill, and she ground a haloed wood that bled when

rubbed, and ingesting the liquid would heal me! Are we embarrassed

or ashamed to admit we believe in grandma’s recipes. The native

taking ayahusca delves into the midlands of the underworld to come up

with alchemical medical treatises. Is antiquity an aberration, an

anomaly we must erase; as we  break with tradition and breathe in the

open air of all the quick fixes conventional medicine and technology affords us?!!