Cut and paste

I often used to look at my grandmother

Mending my grandfather’s clothes, torn and tattered.

She worked it out with such perfection

That one would think it was a fashionable trend.

My grandfather,frizzy-haired like Einstein

Would smoke his pipe looking at the glowing embers.


I would sit close by them

With delight unalloyed eating grilled corn.

My grandfather was a social worker

With the least tinge of capriciousness

And calculations on the war of interests.


I was diligently learning from him

The basic rules of our reality,

The law of cause and effect,

The proven crimes against humanity

Affecting all en masse, en chute libre,

The benefits of a well-balanced livelihood

And the meaning of our existence,

Vivre, comment vivre et surtout pourquoi vivre.


With my critical thinking and investigation,

I feel that many times we are living

In a labyrinth of illusion with bated breath,

Suffice to say in one word, misery.

Why can’t we mend our hearts

The way my grandmother mended

The garments of my grandfather

Scissoring out the worn and the torn

In a creative and generous style,

Cut and paste……………….would you call it?



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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

8 thoughts on “Cut and paste

  1. Maaya Dev

    Wow!! What a beautiful metaphor! Insightful and thought provoking work. Recycle your thoughts, perception and attitude and transform your life to a beautiful creation. Lovely Pramila..enjoyed it.

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