Sunday Morning

A whiff of her perfume fills the room
With the baffling fragrance
Of last night’s bittersweet argument
And marks her presence in her absence – –
The yawning persists as he catches sight
Of the breakfast table laden with
Good cholesterol and, in time, sugar-free talk – –
Triumphant in sweat, she returns from
Her Sunday morning run. Afterwards
He quietly observes her reflected self
Cupping her beautiful breasts to check
If all is well with her world
And while they chew, she complains how
His robust snores
Threaten the ancestors on the wall – –
Protesting his innocence, he scans
The screaming headlines and hears the cries
Of young children separated from their mothers
And the before-dawn tweets of a twit:
Suddenly her face splits into wise smiles that speak
Like the sacred stones of ancient temples.
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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).

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