The lights were switched on
every corner was illuminated
the garden became bright.
The breeze flowed gently
there was a drizzle
and the moon was posted steadfast.
turned out to be an enchanting evening
We gathered around for tea.
chatting and chuckling.
The table was laid with
Crisp vadas
sizzling samosas
Gulab jamuns and hot tea.
Biting the vada dipped in chutney
and nibbling the samosas
we talked myriad subjects.
The recent election in Tamilnadu
where a nonagenarian and
an ailing woman contested.
How money played the trick?
the manoeuvres of both
were exposed in spirited speech.
Economics found its way
analysing how the bear and the bull
are fighting at Dalal Street.
Swamy’s dig at Raguram Rajan
and Rajan’s inclination to quit.
The movies and their impact on the people
came up in a rush.Rajini and Kamal
as college goers at the age of sixty.
Meanwhile, the table became empty
as we unknowingly have gobbled
all that had been laid.
The night grew dark.
.
—
Meenakshi Somasundaram.
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Meenas Poems 