My grand father...
is a scientist.
he cuts the ox in to pieces
peels the skin as a single piece
seperates the parts with technique
no science taught him.
my grand mother...
collects the pieces
cuts like a thread
dry it on the bamboo
without a decorating course
my aunty
speaking to her colleugues
when others enquired the curry
laugh and said
GEDA CHIKKULU
1 comment:
a life size image is captured in simple words.
the poem has a wetness of the heart embedded in it.
kudos
bollojubaba
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