With the batter
And the ladle
On the pan
She drew a picture
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Those are two souls each in one's own world. The poem shows all the intensity that is happening in the kitchen and does not say what happened to the other person during that time. Office, boss, traffic, and all the trials and tribulations seem to have consumed the man. I can visualize such situations anywhere in the world. Beautiful images are presented. Please write a poem on what would have happened on the other side.
Kindly read my poem Shoddy Bar where the other side has perhaps received justice.
A typical Indian house wife born to sacrifice and keep all her emotions bottled inside ;lamenting over her fate and succumbing to it. Thanks for the beautiful piece
A very well written poem, Madathil. The imagery and emotion captivated me
What a hapless plight for many an Indian woman! She languishes in the kitchen cooking on end with no quality time left for her! Yet she is hopeful of relieving her boredom in the loving presence of her husband. But at the end, when he arrives late from work inebriated and goes straight to bed and snores off, think of her frustration! Beautifully pictured!
Awesome write sir, true of a true INDIAN WOMAN...Pls go through my Disturb me not... A similar concept sir, I had posted as my 100th poem with your blessings...
It is a real tragedy that many a dreams of an Indian house wife are burnt to ashes by inebriated husbands.