Vegetables on the chopping board
Inaugurate a television recital..
I chop chop
Recital going on
The lady joins me harmoniously
Chopping, chopping, chopping
Chopping the brinjal, raga
Potato, tala, onion, lyric
Her vocal chords strain to wriggle
The accompaniments, onion shed laughing tears
Dissonant, discordant, cacophony
Screeches to countless decibels
I'm chopping lady's finger
My finger weeps red
Wow! Funny but meaningful satire. I liked this one immensely
odd and out there, but I like it! Applauding a boo=great title
Quite an amazing piece Indira... I salute your imagination here - not only for the text of the poem but the title too...
Chopping, chopping, chopping/Chopping the brinjal, raga/Potato, tala, onion, lyric/Her vocal chords strain to wriggle-dazzling expression, I visualize it in my microscopic poetic eyes from the distance! A beautiful poem is shared …10/10
Nice one Indira. One of your old poems. Knives like ladies' fingers
Lovely and nicely penned with a tinge of humour. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How unique! I am so glad I did not miss this one. You have music in your soul.10+. Kind regards, Sandra