I never thought I would be making a poem on a snake gourd.
But my blogger friend Magiceye posted this amazing photograph of Snake Gourd pieces stuffed with some yummy spicy potato filling, sizzling on skewers, and a poem happened.
The story could be that of a humble simple woman, lost in the attractions of fast modern life as we know it, and possibly , one day, harking back to it, and thinking about old times, as she rests ....
Padwal : Marathi for Snake Gourd...
is all
about being
green, slim and supple
and humbly
offering her help,
often at
the cost of her looks.
Sometimes,
her mind too,
as they delve deep in,
and ferret out her fibrous thoughts.
A sign of the times,
disposing off tough aspects
of life
and
filling it with
fluffy,
spicy,carbo-energetic
stuff.
She is a bit cut up
but
there is no looking back,
as ,
she unknowingly
gets used
to hanging out on party skewers,
in high fat makeup
slathered around and shining.
A fast life
burning
herself at both ends,
the body showing
effects of
fancy skin makeup.
Trying to be
what you are not,
in the process
of being attractive
to someone else.....
Sigh.
She leaves the party skewer,
to rest a bit
on a china plate,
unaware,
that somewhere to the side,
a tear of liquid fat
has fallen,
thinking about
the old life on the Vine.
