Each time I visit Vatika Park
I see children playing
Grandmothers praying
And Women gossiping
They fly
From politics to recipe
From pedagogy to pathology
I wonder how they manage!
When, I often stuck to one
And miss the rest.
Verily, when two women meet, there's a lot to to be shared and broadcast.
ya... but i wonder from where they get that much knowledge! thanks for reading!
A poem based on the poet's precise observations in human behaviour and psychology. Thanks for sharing. Glibness of women sitting and gossiping in a park is worth watching. The same thing can be seen with retired men whiling away in the park at evening time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To get stuck to one is rather tragic. You ought to take a course on gossiping. That makes life worth living. LOL!