Having been at home
for almost two years
I have no thought
of how I look
A saree goes around me
fully starched and ironed
gives me a comical image
-a stuffed puppet.
My white strands of hair
have become dominant
perched high on the head
gifts me a matronly poise.
Of recent, I starch my blouse
which remains stiff tending
not to get crushed, posing
like a military colonel.
at least in attire, as I
am known for my easy
way to handle duties being
far too lenient with my staff.
How am I going to change
if the world opens
to travel and commercials.
I chuckle,
visualizing my status on board
of a plane when I have to go back
to my second home, the co passengers
will reel with laughter,
.
Meenas Poems 