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A South Indian Wife’s Jeremiad
by P. Mohan Chandran
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I made him a coffee, piping hot,
Before he could get out, of his cot.
He said the coffee was, neither hot nor strong,
And I wish I had slept, a little more long!
I made him dosa, as thin as paper,
Little realizing, his interest in dosa, would dramatically taper!
He said, dosa was not filling,
And my culinary experiments, were killing!
I prepared for him, fresh babycorn soup,
But even then, his jaws didn't droop!
I made for him, cashewnut-strewn rice pongal,
He said with it too, I did bungle!
I offered him rava upma,
He quipped, it could be best prepared, only by his amma!
I realized it was difficult to please his palate,
And left him at the breakfast, with an empty plate!  


 
 
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October 07, 2012
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Good poem with even flow...and every bit true!

Surendra Prasad
11/28/2013 06:23 AM

Comment Kya multi lingual poem...ek dum super

Jag Singh
10/08/2012 01:24 AM




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