The gypsy woman lighting a fire almost choked
Her husband and master sat under a tree and smoked.
This sluggard of a master blaster
Thought he was right to blast her
With many a sigh, the stubborn fire she stoked.
She kneaded the flour , and the obstinate fire poked
Made cow dung cakes her feelings well- cloaked.
“Can you not work faster? ” Shouted the stout master
Between big puffs of the bidi which he smoked .
The woman rolled out rotis , choking and coughing
With a passion intense, the master kept puffing .
“Work faster”shouted the bloke
Surrounded by some new folk
Who started cracking jokes and raucously laughing .
She rolled out rotis which they gluttonously ate
The child in the crib cried,as she bent on the grate.
His father was ready for the day
With a pack of cards all set to play
Wiping her hands , she went to the crib straight .
With a mind boggling dexterity the cards he shuffled
The woman picked up the child with a sigh muffled
To her breast he clung
While a lullaby she sung
And with a flour smeared hand , his hair she ruffled.
“Give us some tea,we are tired “, said the master
This master blaster had every right to blast her
She put the child in the crib
Planted a kiss, adjusting his bib
Rushed back to the stove , her movements now faster.
I am passionate about teaching and writing, the incredible beauty of nature never fails to stir me and my pen . I am the happiest when I am writing, specially about the extra-ordinariness peering from seemingly ordinary faces. The incredible magicality of life always keeps me on a high.I have penned three mystery novels for young adults , a couple of quiz books, and a book of essays FLIGHTS FROM MY TERRACE ,which was recently published as an ebook on Smashwords.My poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi is soon to be published by Vitasta PUBLISHERS,DELHI.
© Santosh Bakaya 2015