Glitter of the Grind

a poem by Alo Shome

Umbrella, shopping bags, sari, puddles of water,
Awkward walk in the rain.
The pain compensated, of course,
By the smiles of sabjiwallas
And greetings from their wives and mothers.

The bitter-gourd, the pumpkin, the sprouts, the banana flower,
The chilies, the coriander leaves.

The return journey.
The washing, cutting, cleaning, cooking.

Then poetry on the table
Surrounded by avid eaters!

Oh, the joy of creation!