Vegetables on the chopping board
Inaugurate a television recital..
I chop chop
Recital going on
The lady joins me harmoniously
Chopping, chopping, chopping
Chopping the brinjal, raga
Potato, tala, onion, lyric
Her vocal chords strain to wriggle
The accompaniments, onion shed laughing tears
Dissonant, discordant, cacophony
Screeches to countless decibels
I'm chopping lady's finger
My finger weeps red
the chemist in the kitchen not making a destructive bomb, making a constructive and a creative meal- and wiyh a lovely song which makes it a pleasure even inspite of the onions-lovely mam-it is lunch time -10 i have posted a lot of new-i value your views- read my 'the lesson of the atma'
beautiful...the musicality captured so very well and the aura of a house wife and the chores....married.... to music too! cheers awe... the bleeding lady finger!
If imagination needs wings, it shud ask for ur address.... Wonderfully sweet poem
Beautifully written and touching. It reaches into the heart and pulls :) Thank you for sharing your talent with us Indira :)
Nice one Indira. One of your old poems. Knives like ladies' fingers
Lovely and nicely penned with a tinge of humour. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So 'onion' was the comedian-villain vegetable there in the show making the 'lady' to injure her finger inadvertently! Your chopping board is rich with hilarious veggies...and the chopper blade humorous sharp...10