A jumping pest was
simply flying
with great grit and speed
near my dinner plate
studded with
variety of flora and fauna ..

In one of the hands
of the pest
a sanjeevi mountain
could be seen by me..

The statics and dynamics of the
furious wife prepared dinner
lying on the war ground
without any life..

A war without fire
and a dinner without a jump
is nothing but an empty barrel..
If not a healthy quarrel..

Now the pest
simply on a next mission..

A small jump for the pest
might have been..it..
But a giant leap
for my wife
who had thrown a sharp edged
sambar tumbler vessel
not on me
but on the pest..

Now the fainted
Elakkuvana
got up from inside me
and emptied the
dinner plate...

There is no pest
No war
No fire...
or barrel or quarrel..
Shell shocked....
Ragavapriyan Thejeswi