Indira Renganathan

Blood Pressure - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Earlier days..
Grand-ma immixed
Chilli, mustard, turmeric, oil
Salt hyped in high pickle-jar
Wherein neck-level baby mangoes cuddling..
Babies soon wept under heavy pressure
Pacified but by a shared gallery of kith and kin
Mother pickled the same way, her time
Hyped salt pressured in
Smaller family couldn't be salty larger
High saline, frightening viscosity
Jar and mother haemorrhaged
Her children so tensed and bottled up often
Hypertensely seeking Physician's recipe
For a nonhaemorrhagic jar

Comments about Blood Pressure by Indira Renganathan

  • (1/7/2010 10:08:00 AM)

    Indeed down the memory lane, , , but such scenario is museum show piece…nuclear family without hemorrhage of loves fellow fillings / feelings between kids…bottle-necked we’re to squeeze out to be hemorrhagic...thanks for pickle recipe LOL!
    Ms. Nivedita
    PS Subtle meaning that I understood...
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  • (1/7/2010 8:56:00 AM)

    Cordially invite to my page...and grace by comment and...
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  • (5/6/2009 1:12:00 AM)

    Nice write on BP and Tender Mango pickles- Vadu Mango- (Kaduku Mango in Kerala here) that bring saliva in mouth, reading those 'Chilli, mustard, turmeric, oil salt hype' you 'prescribe' there...hard and bad truth, but to be honest i say i love more the grandma's prescription to the physician's no salt no oil receipe...good write...well relished...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 2, 2008

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