Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Rice Balls & Fish fries

At my two; ‘Muthhi’ stood outside, asking kids for sale,
Knocked our door, to buy me, always at meal time.
Mom chased after me with rice balls and fish fries,
And I stopped at those knocks, ‘coz I was afraid of ‘Muthhi’.

At the six; grand ma took over to chase me,
Poor old lady, with rice balls and fish fries,
To push in my mouth, Ha! ha! and I ran faster,
Till I hear dad, then followed chewing from her lap.

Sixteen came; we all sat with music in nights.
I carried my books and walked, chewing hardly.
Mom followed like a mice after piper, with rice balls.
On contra, the poorest Dad stood at gate as a sentry.

Now at twenty six; no one chased me with any ball,
Neither any one stood outside my door, to buy me.
But slowly and silently I move behind someone
Cherishing those balls and fries, towards the counter.

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