Table Keeps Turning. Poem by C. Muralidara Kannan
Table Keeps Turning.
Our parents relished their shared
food at home
with my grandparents.
We tasted restaurant recipes
with our parents
going out occasionally.
Every now and then,
eating out has become
a favorite pastime for us
with our children.
Our children, though married,
or living together, habitually
bring home many a restaurants
and eat without any children.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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