Silent Prayer (End of the day)
Stilled, numbed, sanity
somehow preserved-
I sit jaded,
reserves down
nerves jangled
in a tiny undersized
faded cane chair-
hardly holding me,
or even ma or
grandma before
wonderful women
who never could fit!
Yet it stays
right there
nearer three decades.
I do my time
what my crime
is though
I still do not know!
Stretched squeezed
severely strained
eyes closed agonized
I pray fervently for
Neither peace nor bliss
Only this- that after me
No daughter of mine
is cannonised
in the name of
sundry chores
and made to undergo
The daily ignominy
Of cane-pinched bottoms!
There is a tiny room besides the kitchen which houses everything from stored grains to sundry gods.My grandmother used to spend a greatdeal of her time here - from overseeing the cooking in progress or taking stock to performing her daily prayers - all sitting in this ridiculously small cane chair! Her joints hurt and sides ached - but this innocuous piece remains to outlive her. And, one hopes, not her daughter and grand-daughter!
Atreyee- Dec '04
somehow preserved-
I sit jaded,
reserves down
nerves jangled
in a tiny undersized
faded cane chair-
hardly holding me,
or even ma or
grandma before
wonderful women
who never could fit!
Yet it stays
right there
nearer three decades.
I do my time
what my crime
is though
I still do not know!
Stretched squeezed
severely strained
eyes closed agonized
I pray fervently for
Neither peace nor bliss
Only this- that after me
No daughter of mine
is cannonised
in the name of
sundry chores
and made to undergo
The daily ignominy
Of cane-pinched bottoms!
There is a tiny room besides the kitchen which houses everything from stored grains to sundry gods.My grandmother used to spend a greatdeal of her time here - from overseeing the cooking in progress or taking stock to performing her daily prayers - all sitting in this ridiculously small cane chair! Her joints hurt and sides ached - but this innocuous piece remains to outlive her. And, one hopes, not her daughter and grand-daughter!
Atreyee- Dec '04
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3 Comments:
This is very funny! Khub hanshlaam, podhe :)
*grin*
Charming.
Can't be doing your back much good, though.
Hmm .. lovely humourous stuff! My uncle, a photographer, had all us kids of the family, photographed in this one cane chair when we were young. The photographs range over an age difference of 25 yrs!
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