Falling Prices Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Falling Prices


This happened yesterday.
We were having lunch
Cooked at home
By my wife beloved.

'Oh! I didn't know that
The prices are falling', I said.
'Why? No! Don't you know
They're rising' said she.

'But I thought
Prices have fallen for
Cooking gas.
The rice is overcooked.'

She stared at me, eyes spewing fire.
I ignored her, 'and for salt:
The dosas for breakfast
And chutney had excess of it'.

I don't recollect
What happened next.

But I realise, for sure, the prices
Of many-a- thing, especially
Our precious crockery
Seem to have fallen sharply.