 A stomach's song
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Cried the stomach! Are you aware?
How much I work for your welfare?
Perennially slaving like a loyal mare
Churning, burning food you prepare,
From here, there and everywhere!
I am your apparent heir, this I declare!
For such spicy, savoury riches you share...
Your feelings for me are beyond compare...
For even at night you won't me spare!
Alas! The scary base cravings you bare,
My acidic spirit cannot match with dare;
Wear, tear, no time for repair,
No time for a breath of fresh air!
Ruled by your royal "Rani"tidine rare,
Do I have any time to retire to my lair?
Just how much longer must I bear
The brunt and burden of this affair?
My lord, master! Can this be fair?
But for you I care, this I swear!
For are we not an inseparable pair?
But life with you is a real nightmare,
And life without you a lost prayer!
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This poem originally appeared in March 2004 in SAWF (South Asian Women's Forum), an e-zine.
Rajeshwari Iyer
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Rajeshwari Iyer lives in Brampton, Ontario and teaches Chemistry at the College/University level in Toronto. She is the mother of a special needs child and enjoys reading, music and travel. She has contributed poems to SAWF (South Asian Women's Forum), Magazines such as KALA, Marina, quarterly publications based in Toronto. She has also contributed to e-zines such as Poetry.com, Thinnai, and Tamilonline. |
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