Harish k. Thakur

(17-11-1968 / Shimla)

The Gentle Smile

I am amused
At the gentle smile
You always hold
On your rodomont face.

You force our way
Into the sullen hearts
Of the humble homes
Erected on the blocks
Of hope and despair.

On the rectangular dining table
Your smiles beckon to the warmth
You serve as a host.

And then the roasted rooster,
Muscular mutton,
Fried sago, boiled potatoes
And the broccoli
Drenched in vinegar.

The cask of the red wine
Elates the heaves to heaven.
The fair fingers of your lady
Spice the dinner well.

You still stand
Smiling and laughing
Over the agonies of times,
And your ladies
Perching the breaths at the up
Against the mounts of despair.

You remind me of my Indian brethren
Ever ready to extend
Warm hospitality.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 07, 2008

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