New Delhi: 1966

With all the new banians
Neatly folded in the almirah
Father at his rustic
Subversive best
Gestured magnificently- –
Seemingly ambidextrous
Displaying
Two perfect
Holes
In the armpits
Of a vintage vest – –
Entertaining a host
Of faithful relatives
Who came visiting
With guffaws
On sleepy Sunday afternoons – –
Slapping his thighs
While making a point
Urging smug faces
To munch
Monaco biscuits – –
Amma, seething behind
A convent-educated smile
And a tray
Groaning under
Steaming cups of tea
Muttered beneath her breath
As she moved endlessly
From kitchen-smoke
To drawing-room smoke
And back
Exhausted by
The fiction
Of her reality:
“He wears this on purpose
Every time.”

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

7 thoughts on “New Delhi: 1966

  1. Butterflies of time

    Very enjoyable and realistic though not so enjoyable for poor Amma. Some things never change or some men never do 🙂 I get this completely , if not the vest, there is always something like it.

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  2. Maya Dev

    A slice of life came alive as painting …“He wears this on purpose Every time.” beautiful..l..An excellent write !!

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  3. rashmi malapur

    It is a totally interesting take on family gatherings, relatives and a typically Indian set up. The poem is so well woven that each line adds excitement and spirit. Great work!!!

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