Contradicting Poem by Meena Somasundaram

The drive down the lane long
going through the crowd
negotiating through the bends
getting squashed in the thoroughfare
being very tedious and tiring
halted in a narrow dead end.

Alighting finally from the car
got into the house which looked small
but became big as one went inside
with large verandah and halls
that opened out into the courtyard
which had a large open yard.


The people there were simple
showed extreme warmth and cordiality
spreading out a sumptuous dinner
perfect and tasty served with affection
the time spent being one of experince fine
contradicting the drive that brought displeasure.