Easy poems for difficult men

WALL



What if, right now,

All the tall talks

You have built

Between us

Like a great big

Mighty wall

Crumbles and fall,

And every bragging brick

From your bag of tricks

Is taken away from you?

Whatever would you do?

Before you start to walk away

I'd go knee down, anyway

In the muddy water drag

And plunge my hand deep

Into that sticky swirling mortar,

Twine your fingers with mine,

And in all that fine mess

let our bones conjoin.

Slowly set to stone

I guess!

It seems so far away...

My Day



I stitch your torn buttons and my frayed sling bag.

I boil the water for morning tea



I wash your soiled socks and

Soak the dishcloths and rags for later,



I hang them out to dry and pick the ones

From yesterday.



I wipe the kitchen platform dry after filling

Mine and your bottle at the sink.



I catch the cobwebs from the window sill

Amma missed in the daytime cleaning drill.



I put the electric heater on for bath

Propped up on a precarious hanger.



I clip my nails too close and use your foot scrubber

And help myself to a clean kurta and some of your kajal.



I shop for fresh vegetables and spices

I don't recognize.



I dice I chop I grate.

I cook , clean , clear away and wait.



I check what needs replenishing

And make a long mental wish list.



I wish I could buy ten hands at the bazaar.



I sigh, light a cigarette which dies



sit down on the bare floor and



Write some poetry.



-At Rakhi's

Gachibowli

Hyderabad.