We had eight regular readers and two guests who read poems at the first Poetry session of the year. It was the first to be attended by a toddler:
The poets were from all over the globe. Our own Talitha was read by her mother, Sheila Cherian. There were poems by Americans, a Romanian, several Indians, Britishers, and even a French poet in translation.
Zakia, Talitha, baby Ruth, Deepti, Pamela
Poetry can be sad, it can be funny
It can provoke laughter, but will it ever make money?
Shoba, Saras, Thommo
It can subvert dictatorship
And promote linguistic scholarship
Elves from Middle Earth's axis
Can contend with a proud man's proboscis
Sheila; Shehnaz briefing Deepthi on the Date Nut cake recipe
In Tamil regions a bully may wink and smile
But old familiar faces are out of style
Thommo & Zakia
Rabbi and rabboni from the Middle East
Can travel the sidewalk that ends in Midtown East
Talitha, Deepthi, baby Ruth
Three persons may be found in you and me
That's what he says, the poet Seshadri
Thommo, Zakia, and baby Ruth
But tender pink foot-soles will never be slapped,
Until, in nylon, women's legs come wrapped
It was an exhilarating session; we cannot end without stimulating our salivary glands once again for the wonderful date-nut cake we had. Thank you, Shehnaz!
Here we are gathered at the end for our customary group portrait: