I make calls to friends
most unusual of me, they
share details on many aspects
and practices alien to me,
They tell me of Rajini
who is living abroad,
about Shalini’s plight
and Kamini’s rise.
Rajini is fashion oriented,
snobbish in outlook while
Shalini has to bear the family’s
yoke, Kamini is nouveau rich,
My indulgence, leads me to enter
Rajini’s parlour, compels me to
sneak into the patio of Shalini,
pushes me to peek through
the curtains of Kamini, I start
to hate myself for being too nosy.
Condemning myself, I hit back
resorting to my original self,
No more calls, no more enquiries,
no more comments, no more
criticisms, all the more I do not want
to know about others. Straightening
I bow.
Meenas Poems 