Its what I like the best about my home
the endless repetition of acts
the washing of the spoon,
cleaning the kitchen.
Its what I like the best about my home
pottering around the utensils
packing and unpacking memories
folding up clothes.
Its what I like the best about my home
to hear the spoon and tumbler rattle away
to watch the mop unfold its story of the day
lighting lamp in the evening for prayer.
Its what I like the best about my home
to just laze around, messing in the kitchen
to roll up flour into round mouth watering ladoos
hearing the television, fridge and the ac speak.
Its that which keeps me calm
my turbulent mind lost in storm
the beauty of mindlessly repeating
the beautiful mundane acts of my daily life.
Is what I like the best about home Listening to television and the music Of utensils or a running tap A breakfast on the table Or lunch in the noon A dinner so warm And a sleep sooooooooo longggggggggggggggg, , , , , , , , , , ,
This is a wonderful poem by a gifted poet. I would like to read more of your poems. Regards, Venkataramana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the gift of the poet- to see the beauty where no-one else does.