Geet’s
!
When you are a grandfather, living all alone you yearn for company. It could be a friend, the wife or your grandchildren.
One day I was all alone as my wife had taken abode at our alternate home some distance away from the Capital city
where we usually reside.
Rang up a friend, my usual lunch buddy
- he was at lunch with someone. I resigned to eating alone with Grab food. As I was washing my plate I saw the plate
- he was at lunch with someone. I resigned to eating alone with Grab food. As I was washing my plate I saw the plate
my grand-daughter Geet's uses when she comes over. Unfortunately the pandemic was playing havoc and I had not
seen her for months. I decided to send her a poem I had crafted while washing her plate. The following poem
immediately brought a response and she came to have lunch with me the next day.
The following is the poem and Geets response.
I stand forlorn worn out
Have not seen a morsel of rice
the last 6 months over
Have lost my metallic shine not out of hunger but thru disuse
Paati uses me on & off
when she pours hot goo
over me when she makes
black colored agar-agar
Wonder where she gets this coloring
the discoloring is worse than the heat
It pains me further when a knife
cuts thru the goo and scratches
my spirits
Wish Geets will return and massage
My spirits with curd rice and cackling papadam and the pungent
lime pickles
......................,,....., ,
Reply from Geets
Tell my plate and the head chef that I’ll come for lunch tomorrow Tata.
Have not seen a morsel of rice
the last 6 months over
Have lost my metallic shine not out of hunger but thru disuse
Paati uses me on & off
when she pours hot goo
over me when she makes
black colored agar-agar
Wonder where she gets this coloring
the discoloring is worse than the heat
It pains me further when a knife
cuts thru the goo and scratches
my spirits
Wish Geets will return and massage
My spirits with curd rice and cackling papadam and the pungent
lime pickles
......................,,.....,
Reply from Geets
Tell my plate and the head chef that I’ll come for lunch tomorrow Tata.
And so the next day was a happy ending with Geets for lunch.
That’s a powerful poem indeed Appa since it got an immediate response!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Uncle! You certainly have a gift with words. Btw what is that black agar-agar....sounds quite mysterious!
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