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Meenakshi Somasundaram Poem
Neelima's agony
knows no bounds.
She suffers for strange
reasons . Incredible at times
The recent dealings
with friends who feign
to support her makes her
dismayed.
They act on her behalf,
draw plans, she turns
an accomplice not knowing they
are playing a game.
She directs and helps
them to go ahead,
not once she suspects their
inclinations.
A day or two after
she realizes the hand
and glove deceit of them
with her opponents.
She does not express anger
feels hurt for being taken '
for granted. How people
behave ? she rues.
She resolves finally
to keep away. The dealing
will remain incomplete.
That is Neelima's trait.
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Meenakshi Somasundaram Poem
An aunt of mine
cheerful and cherubic
holds no grudge against anyone,
altogether she is a noble soul.
obese, extraordinarily
huge, short, blunt,
a moving bag of flesh,
She walks, moves,
squats, lies on the floor
with ease. Alarmingly flexible!
She ties her hair loosely
with a string of jasmine on
her kondai, wears bright
coloured sarees
design blouses
complete her outfit
decks herself with
matching jewels
rubies go with red saree,
emeralds with green one.
other pastel shades go
with diamonds, precisely selected,
uneducated. in short naive
aunt leads a carefree life
living in the present
never thinks of tomorrow.
Her husband dotes on her
while her children grow . Dad
brings them up by deploying
trained nannies to look after,
Two fall behind in discipline,
she does not bother.
it is not her custom to gossip,
nor complain,
Her body does not pose
an issue. She does not mind other's
talk of her size and attitude, her
toothless smile compensates
Her goodness glistens, her
innocence grants an unexpected
loveliness, She stands tall
amongst her well read relations.
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Meenakshi Somasundaram Poem
Krishna trims the hedges
an artist in heart, he shapes them
creates three tiers, the bottom one big
the center small, the top one medium.
Fortunate to have him as my gardener.
I watch Krishna from the patio
He cuts humming a hit song
of yester years
ammavum neeye , appavum neeye
The same way the playback singer sings,
The hedges turn lovely, each one
depicting a pattern, The song flows
without any interruption. Krishna, is tired,
Rests for a while.
Wiping off the sweat, he looks
at his work. Says Sabash,
rises up to finish the remaining.
I gaze at him with wonder.
Krishna is almost the same age
as I am. I complain of my worn
out knees, and walk the barest minimum
while he stands for hours in the sun.
Hard ways have made him strong,
The comforts I enjoy have let me down.
Who is better off ? I ask myself.
It goes without saying.
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Meenakshi Somasundaram Poem
The cock crows
Cock a doodle doo.
I am up in bed.
In my study, while
revising my writing
hear the Cuckoo's call.
Coo, coo it caws without
break. Distracted,
I bang the window,
As I walk down the aisle
to collect the news papers
a raven caws in a croaked voice.
Placing the paper on the sideboard,
the love call of the peacock
holds me for awhile/
Opening the backyard.
the sparrows while pecking
chirp incessantly.
The day has begun well.
Birds and I work together.
Our portfolios well in order
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the other day,
he was the usual self
bubbling and cheerful
talking with a gusto
confirming with gestures
Half of his talk
I do not understand
as he converses in a triple tone
without modulations leaving
the listener in a quandary.
He speaks of his power
and stature, harps on his wealth,
builds slowly a caricature
of himself, he an investing
guru like Peter Drucker.
My eyes gets stuck
my mind travels elsewhere
wherein I see him as a nonentity
who lacks sense, who confirms
his literality.
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