Vinayvati - The Seed Of My Tolerance. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The seed of my tolerance:

My grandmother.
Vinayvati Madhusudan Vaidya.
Urfe, Maa.
Her banter,
Quite the most inane,
Yet deep.
Mellifluous,
No knowledge of Ragas,
Ignorant yet illuminated.
By the Ram of her life,
My grandfather.
So she thought.
But she did not know,
He valued her,
Because of her might.
Yaa Khudaa ke Teree Khatee Meethee chatnee,
Ane chevde Mashaaledaar.
Oh lord your sweet and sour mix,
And the delicacies of spicy exotica.
The word Khudaa
Has since stuck,
On the daily press of my mind,
It keeps on printing,
Yaa Khudaa,
Followed by
a teary eyed woman,
Wanting to die,
Not to give up,
But to be free,
From the asphyxiation of her lungs,
Never smoked a cig,
Not had any vices,
Barring the absolute
Un compromised,
Vice for love,
To me,
All her children's children,
Regardless,
Of the X or Y.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.