As if I am deaf, a relative of mine
explains his breakfast he just had,.
Full throated blast. The decibels, if recorded,
will range in the upper limit
His voice echoes sonorous, windows
and door rock and tremble
the furniture rattles, imagine
the state of my ears which folds and shuts.
He continues in high pitch
blaming his host who had hired
a second class chef to cook
breakfast for the housewarming.
He shows a tiny cup
with halwa, having carefully
kept in his pocket, Idli, hard
like a stone, vada soggy,
sambhar insipid he shouts
with disgust, idlis
fly, Vadas jump, sambhar
races.
Riotous, I exclaim, Annoyed
casting a glance at him,
I move out stealthily, he
continues unabated, seems
lost in his world.
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Meenas Poems 