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:
Babe Ruth
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
Sheila Cherian
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: