I am amused
At the gentle smile
You always hold
On your rodomont face.
You force our way
Into the sullen hearts
Of the humble homes
Erected on the blocks
Of hope and despair.
On the rectangular dining table
Your smiles beckon to the warmth
You serve as a host.
And then the roasted rooster,
Muscular mutton,
Fried sago, boiled potatoes
And the broccoli
Drenched in vinegar.
The cask of the red wine
Elates the heaves to heaven.
The fair fingers of your lady
Spice the dinner well.
You still stand
Smiling and laughing
Over the agonies of times,
And your ladies
Perching the breaths at the up
Against the mounts of despair.
You remind me of my Indian brethren
Ever ready to extend
Warm hospitality.
I am amused At the gentle smile You always hold On your rodomont face. it is good sign and welcoming too... it can be termed and aresult into first sight love... it adds to beauty too.. altogether fine piece....10 read mine love at first sight.... mary to marry
Very warmly penned with alot of tenderness and imagry....Very good.. Bonnie
a perfect analogy of the gentle smile and the fair fingers of your host ---a lovely dinner -candlelit maybe 'The fair fingers of your lady Spice the dinner well.' Harish nice poem and +10 to you. regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem.....heart-warming piece.