My journey today is with Muniyamma and Pachiyamma.
Co passengers were Bavani and Ravi.
I watched for spiders.
I chased to massacre them.
I scrubbed and washed doors and windows and panes and kitchen tiles
I felt irritated when Ravi was intervening asking whether my journey is over
Bavani lectured not to lose my temper because the passengers were slow to add fuel to my irritation
I feel saturated and dehydrated traveling with Muniyamma and Pachiyamma slow coaches
I gulped Bovanto in unlimited cups
My irritation of mind increased by my increased irritable bowel syndrome
Like a beaten 🐸 I lie in bed with my limbs stretched
O Lord of Nine Gates have mercy
O goddess cleanliness forbade me for my weary curses
Who decided on celebrating this Ayudha Pooja and Saraswati Pooja
Women in all homes suffer the same pains
So saying I end my journey for the day
I have to start it tomorrow with Madhamma
My mind reels and rolls to think of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Women in all homes suffer the same pains So saying I end my journey for the day I have to start it tomorrow with Madhamma My mind reels and rolls to think of it.. very fine poem. you are very imaginative. from your imagination is this wonderful poem born. thank you. tony