Indira Renganathan


Applauding A Boo Poem by Indira Renganathan


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
Screaches to countless decibels
I'm chopping lady's finger
My finger weeps red

Submitted: Thursday, May 29, 2008
Edited: Monday, June 6, 2011

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  • Rookie Sandra Martyres (10/25/2009 5:20:00 AM)

    Quite an amazing piece Indira... I salute your imagination here - not only for the text of the poem but the title too... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Last hakkaobake (9/21/2009 9:56:00 AM)

    odd and out there, but I like it!
    Applauding a boo=great title (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 69 Points Sathyanarayana M V S (8/25/2009 2:08:00 AM)

    Wow! Funny but meaningful satire. I liked this one immensely (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (7/22/2009 9:32:00 AM)

    How unique! I am so glad I did not miss this one.
    You have music in your soul.10+.

    Kind regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duh Huh (7/17/2009 1:55:00 PM)

    Beautifully written and touching. It reaches into the heart and pulls :) Thank you for sharing your talent with us Indira :) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 965 Points Saadat Tahir (7/13/2009 12:15:00 PM)

    directions:
    STEP-1...go to home page of saadat tahir
    STEP-2...add the bum to your friend list
    STEP-3...allow messages to be received from him
    STEP-4...have a cup of sorbet of ur choice

    no cheers until its done... ;) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nikunj Sharma (6/29/2009 9:51:00 PM)

    If imagination needs wings, it shud ask for ur address.... Wonderfully sweet poem (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 965 Points Saadat Tahir (6/28/2009 2:23:00 AM)

    beautiful...the musicality captured so very well
    and the aura of a house wife and the chores....married.... to music too!
    cheers

    awe... the bleeding lady finger! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jasmin Whyte (4/4/2009 10:48:00 AM)

    seems like the singer caused the chop of the finger almost. Excellent write.10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (12/25/2008 12:59:00 AM)

    the chemist in the kitchen not making a destructive bomb, making a constructive
    and a creative meal- and wiyh a lovely song which makes it a pleasure even inspite of the onions-lovely mam-it is lunch time -10
    i have posted a lot of new-i value your views- read my 'the lesson of the atma' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points Kesav Easwaran (9/3/2008 1:53:00 AM)

    So 'onion' was the comedian-villain vegetable there in the show making the 'lady' to injure her finger inadvertently! Your chopping board is rich with hilarious veggies...and the chopper blade humorous sharp...10 (Report) Reply

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