MID SUMMER DAY MUSINGS

K.SAMPATH KUMAR
Standing at the threshold, I gazed the street,
About thinking my friend, who will pay me a treat.
Not regular of course, the fact for a change,
And we both will do in a mutual exchange.

''Look at its coming'', he pointed me something,
Made me to turn right, to know what is moving.
My father commented the servant maid's coming,
And who just returning, after some purchasing.

''What the thing you bought?'', he asked the maid,
Moved her to show, her palm in it, it laid.
''Butter!'', he exclaimed, and got it with a pride,
And presented me a smile, like a newly wedded bride.

Telling himself, his experience with ghee,
While folding his dhothy, just above his knee.
No comments from anyone, and especially from me,
And even if it comes, never minds it he.

Turn back to kitchen with butter in his possession,
And asked my mother, to tell some suggestion.
She kept quiet and started her pumping,
And silencer fitted stove, stopped its humming.

Thinking my duty, I went back to my room,
Meanwhile I heard, a like ''Boom''
By which I concluded the matter was over,
And also I smelt the real ghee’s flavour.

While I was doing my evening ''Pooja'',
I heard my mothe calling me ''Raja''.
Responding her calling, I went back to her room,
And I saw my sister there, also with a ''Broom''

With unusual pose, she pointed me something,
And hence because, I asked what was the thing.
She told nervously, that was a ''Rat'',
And also I it now, a real size of a ''Cat''.

Plucking the Broomstick from dear sister's hand,
And started chasing it, like a sword holding giant.
With all my mighty power, I hit the Rat very fine,
And that brought the whole matter, on the head of mine.

I made the big Rat just like a doll,
Meanwhile I noticed the ghee vessel to fall,
Rest of the story I don't want to say,
And even if I say it, it won't be a ''Gay''.