Through the chinks in my curtains,
I see an undernourished woman
with calluses on her palms, dirt on her fingernails,
an equally undernourished, cranky  child in her arms
and a cheap nose-ring in her nose.
 She picks up a wilted rose, and hands it to her kid,
who bursts into a chuckle of delight at this bonanza,
in which he finds nothing trite.

On an impulse, he flings away the rose,
as now it is a sunray dancing on his mother’s nose-ring
 that has sent him into a tizzy.
 The sunray now shifts to the bald pate
 of an obese man gingerly getting out of his latest acquisition- a brand new car. 
 The twinkle in the child’s eye has now become a star,
 his gaze transfixed on the dancing ray.
 His eyes dance with joy at the glint in his mother’s nose-ring.
 The man’s eyes admire his reflection in the gleaming car.  
These different hues of joy, I watch mesmerized from afar,   
wondering which one is a trinket – the nose ring or the car.

11 thoughts on “Trinkets

  1. VijayNair

    An excellent, delightfully conceived and executed poem, filled with sharp observations, and with a satirical thrust at the end.


Leave a Reply to God’s Girl1 Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published.