With Santosh Bakaya TSL Padorathon May 10th on a bread slice ruing its being burnt in a toaster
In the beginning
God begat bread
And bread was the bread of life
But man
Inspired by some Satanic Brits, probably
Begat
Behold!
The Toaster
Man put slices of bread in it
To torture bread
Till out it popped
A sight to see, but not to tell!
And had toast
For breakfast and to make sandwiches
Till one day
It begat heat
Coils got burnt
And the slice of bread got blackened
No longer the bread of life
It rued
And rued
"Who will scrape me off,
Off with this carcinogenic mess?
I was so much happier
In the loaf cover
Rubbing against my fellow sufferers
On either side
Not knowing
A worse fate will befall us
Than the plastic cover!"
Ir rued and rued
Till the dog called Rover....
Reader, we can draw a parallel
Which will spoil the poetry
The bread was life before Covid
The toaster was the first wave
The getting burned is the second wave
And Rover is death itself
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1 comment:
Very nice poem What a thought on such a simple subject as a bread toast getting burnt. Hats off, Dr Koshy.
Lakshmi Venkatachalam
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