Two Poems by Amrutha Varshini

1

Two Half-Burnt Teflon Saucepans

My Half-burnt Teflon Saucepan,

Is mine and only mine.

I say!

It is perfectly imperfect,

But mine.

Mind You!

I am fine with you using it,

But that’s mine.

Definitely!

The cooktop lures me to steel and aluminum saucepans,

But, I prefer my Teflon saucepan.

So, no, Thank you!

The scrub partnering the kitchen sink,

steals it’s skin while it aches,

Oh, Dear mine!

Don’t worry I will drive them off.

Liberty sickens when I Broadway-ish-ly belittle my darling,

While trusting that it doesn’t get mad at me.

It simply whispers,

She’s my mate!

Mine simply mad at me!

I trick them all

While reprimanding my Teflon saucepan

To turn their backs from my Teflon saucepan

And become preys to their whims and fancies.

Hell with you all!

It’s my Half-burnt Teflon Saucepan and shall stay mine!

2 

Yes, I will; But will I?

Yes, I will teach my son how

to crack open an egg.

But Will I teach him

To keep cracking them forever?

Yes, I will teach my son,

Not to force his love to carry the cross of his family name.

But Will I teach him

to spare his off springs from the tailings of his name?

Yes, I will teach my son

not to ascribe gender to the acts and actions.

But Will I teach him

Not rent his better half between

laws and in laws?

Yes, I will teach my son

to respect women –no strings attached all alike.

But Will I teach him?

To take his balls off when done –

saving his wife from one more knife’s cut

wishfully, voluntarily, and compulsively all alike.

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