Indira Renganathan


Insectarium Virtual


Aurora hours open the 'middle- class' kitchen
An added odour to a wife's pathos
When attacks a band of mosquitoes
Morning coffee, mosquito-seasoned, bad omen

Mosquitoes whiz around and around
Tickling at times the lady's nostrils
A squad of running lizards
Invading on the wall the whizzing band

As the mosquito-music sports
Out of its flock an antenna-wand
Trekking in sympathetic wizard
A cockroach scuffles and scuttles

A spider in higher space with frantic tugs
Trying out effortfully its prey
Fatefully that comes its web- way
Frenetic lady in boiling fizzes

Nocturnal enemies, nonsense thieves
Perpetual presence never in decrease
Insectarium-home yet with more varieties

Submitted: Tuesday, April 29, 2008

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