Short Tiffin Poems

Three pancakes mom gave
         
                 One I save ... your lunch box fell
   
                          Two fills my stomach


01/03/2019
A childhood incident ,when my friend was hungry in the lunch break....

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Late autumn - 
Evening twilight;
The market lane
herds of shoppers,
In front of her small hut,
she lays the 
stainless steel vessels
on the mat...

She, 
her hut,
her mat,
her vessels,
her hope - 
Autumn ceasing
All over... 

Late night -
The lane deepening into 
deafening silence;
Spoon by spoon,
tiffin box by tiffin box,
plate by plate,
she carefully places them
inside the jute sack
knowing tomorrow will
dawn again....

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There were meadows free to the far,            
Clean, green and quiet calm.
Pebbles and stones, scattered,
As in the blue sky’s stars’ view.

On a remote-side grew wild thorns high,
Played the bees and b‘flies and I;
And the good dog passing by had watched us
On his hurried walk
From an afar village
To the distant one.

By the broken-burnt mulberry,
Lone, half erect and half down,
Goats grazed with caws and sheep
And the old herdsman with his tiffin and cane,
Called, cried, whistled and ran....

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