Summer Spectacle Poem by Indira Renganathan
Summer Spectacle
Summer wind's fussing 'it's hot, so hot'
Say I 'never mind, blow a lot a lot'
Cleaning the storeroom I too hiss and shhhh
Neaten things segregated
Fussing over a rusted kettle dated an ancient A.D
Set of playing cards, token coins some decades old
Used plastic boxes, bottles, plates etcetera my daughter's age
shameless umbrella- frame, plentiful tamil magazines
so old and loathsome...
Then I open a trunk full of clothes
Hiding a cane box underneath.
Ah, treasure resurrected
Take out a spectacle, put it on, suits me
Happy tears roll down
Summer wind's fussing 'it's hot so hot'
Say I 'no, it's divine and dandy like this spectacle'
I see through.There, an angel from the heavens
Say I 'love you so dearly, dearly Mamma'
Oh I love this Indira, and the musty smell of stored books and cottons, reminds me of time in the attic... thanks.
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4/25/2024 2:53:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As you clean the room, you come across a lot of trash. Among the heap of waste to be abandoned, you find things used by your mother which revive a surge of sweet memories in you! A beautiful poem!