Question

Dear friends, I want following poems

VAIDEHI'S 1) Don't look into Vanity Bag
2) Rasam

N.K HANUMANTHIAH'S
1) Mother and A SARI
2) Elephants melting in the mouth of an Earthworm

Prathiba Nandakumar's
1) The Housewife

Please friends, I really want all of the above poems. Help me friends.​

Answer 1

I love my mother’s sari on the washing line

Flapping like a giant flag, which I pretend is mine.

I love its silky softness when it’s folded to a square

Which I can roll into a ball and pretend it isn’t there.

I love to hold its free bit that swings over mum’s back

And wrap it round my shoulders, like a potato in a sack.

I love the pleats that fall in shape and spread out like a fan

Where my kid brother crouches and says ‘catch me if you can.’

I love to wash my dirty hands at the kitchen sink

And wipe them on mum’s sari before she can even blink.

But when she takes her anchal and ties it round her waist

I know it’s time for battle and a quick escape is best!

The Housewife

BY CHARLOTTE ANNA PERKINS GILMAN

Here is the House to hold me — cradle of all the race;

Here is my lord and my love, here are my children dear —

Here is the House enclosing, the dear-loved dwelling place;

Why should I ever weary for aught that I find not here?

Here for the hours of the day and the hours of the night;

Bound with the bands of Duty, rivetted tight;

Duty older than Adam — Duty that saw

Acceptance utter and hopeless in the eyes of the serving squaw.

Food and the serving of food — that is my daylong care;

What and when we shall eat, what and how we shall wear;

Soiling and cleaning of things — that is my task in the main —

Soil them and clean them and soil them — soil them and clean them again.

To work at my trade by the dozen and never a trade to know;

To plan like a Chinese puzzle — fitting and changing so;

To think of a thousand details, each in a thousand ways;

For my own immediate people and a possible love and praise.

My mind is trodden in circles, tiresome, narrow and hard,

Useful, commonplace, private — simply a small back-yard;

And I the Mother of Nations! — Blind their struggle and vain! —

I cover the earth with my children — each with a housewife's brain.