A doctor from the land of Elim trees

A doctor from the landscape of Elim trees 

People say, all caps he wore were flat shape,

The little chamber he hold was on a lease,

From the leafs of elim he found many remedies,

And bestowed to locals free of cost, with water,

Of sea of Lot, his art glowed, by day by night, 

And taught his art of healing to his gifted daughter,

She was in relationship with a brave knight,

And was in charge of his block 

of nyctalopia,

In backyard of his kitchen he growed birch,

Plants, along side of elim, and was sending to Sofia,

For testing, in his last trip to Norge he lost his breath in a remote 

Beach and the fishermen who walked upon the beach 

Stoled his ring, that was a key to his magic of healing......

©Affaq Naibe