Indira Renganathan

She- 'I will not sing a song For you are always wrong Beating me and my gong With a stick for so long…

And She's treading on still.. As has been so far…

Vagabond the husband.. Job to job, place to place Loitering in unsteady wandering His own wishful ideology…

She was knotted to wedding augury Only to tread on poorness Destiny stampeded her and her five kids Just to gobble her only son like a dragon…

Naive she was outward Much against the shock-stairs Destiny specially built for her..…

What it means.. Life is dead by one more year or Celebrating…

Morning rises with a blessing 'good morning'..good Morning moves on wishing you a 'good day'..good Daytime chores end wishing you a 'good evening'..good Evening free and happy wish…

All doctors are gods treating birth to death via life Ramaswamy is a doctor Ramaswamy is a god…

I sweep this way, I sweep that way To gather the clutter right way I sweep this way, I sweep that way If only I'm held the right way…

Every minute I summoned to you Every minute I waited for you But only disappointment sickened me Till last minute nothing meant to me…

When you stood before me with a stick 'You're the little Krishna with a flute' I said 'No no, I'm the teacher' you said 'Oh, I thought, 'police' I said…

In the middle of night You woke me up 'I want butter'you said 'At this hour? ' I asked…

Sudden sudden visits you pay me On that day too When I was a little dozy 'Graaaaannn..' shouting you popped in…

When I was waiting for you In utter haste, you delayed Helplessly left my heart lone…

'Found out at last.. May be I think too much.. Found out at last..…