Sol o Sol!
Come be our guest,
Come & imagine a lunch with us.
Sky o Sky!
Most clement you are,
You are invited to lunch along us.
The stove is just so cold,
The stomach is hot as oven,
Warm bread is our daydream.
May some day come our way,
Our poor daydreams be realized,
Drinking the water in steel tumblers.
Delicious potato-tomato greens,
Sour tamarind sauce will be there,
Such a day has always been on the list.
We toast to our mini picnic,
Gulp chilled water brought along,
Yes so would be our hot celebration.
Let us sit under a tree's shade,
Enjoying our picnic time the best,
Melting some butter on warm bread.
Just for the sake of our joy,
May birds be our music system,
Today we shall feed them as well.
Sol o Sol!
Listen to our invitation,
Come & imagine a lunch with us.
Sky o Sky!
Accept all our offerings,
You are invited to lunch along us.
I am inspired by the thought of a not so well-to-do family of a man and his five kids whose mother has died.
The man tries his best to avail best food for all of his children.
The children also understand his situation, the lack of a woman in their family and embrace their problems.
A woman's absence will increase their poverty.
My HP Poem #642
©Atul Kaushal
