I Love Them All. Do You? Poem by Vidi Writes

After a long haul of nights slumber
I get up with fond thoughts on them
Even under the brief shower I think of them.
As a priest enters into the sacred sanctum
I enter into my kitchen to meet them all
Who knows, they also may be awaiting me.
Though I never saw them breath like me.

The first one I fondly carry from the shelf
Tiny copper bottom queen for boiling the milk.
Shines and smiles thorough my care and gentle wash
She just awaits me pouring the content of packet.
There she is on the fire, braving the heat for me
Even the milk within wants me around, else tips out with plea.
Who says ‘they don’t have life’, I say, ‘they are very alive’.

Then I go for my cute little teapot and the sieve
Many more years of service and toil to me,
They have turned a little brown here and there.
Pot gives a stimulation fragrance that never fails, unlike a lover
Pot has no relevance without tealeaves and vice versa
May, they know each other well along with sieve.
I love their harmony, a morning lesson to learn.

There comes my most favorite benefactor of the day
Who takes the pour from teapot to its brim.
She, my special choice to pick, that sea blue porcelain.
Never she knew, my tears rolled for her sister who broke
I take extra care of her, her infant kiss is my day’s delight.
A strong dose, I take through her, she gives the care I need
Unlike focusing on futile grieves, I try a share with my cup.

I arrange all of them, my companions, in a neat row
Never leave them here and there like waifs
Whether it’s a cooker or a pan or a tumbler or a spoon
I am an enthusiast of all and their welfare
I await Jagdish Chandra Bose to take rebirth and prove
Like the plants, vessels also have a touch and feel.
Then, I can know, they never felt me tough and cruel.

-vidi-
15-04-08