“The Perfect Breakfast”
Dr. Anindita Dey
Department of English
Debraj Roy College,
He asked her, lavishing through,
A bowl of cereal, “How do you make it?”
“Your cereals taste like Dessert”….
She enquired, “who do you want to serve?’
“Myself someday,” he said nonchalantly.
She smiled wryly….fighting the upsurge
Within her hidden self that nobody knows.
She thought furtively….how she transformed
Painfully yet magically….
The frequent derision, sarcasm, neglect
And the bag of ingratitude into
Sweet blueberries, blackberries
And blackcurrants to perfect the breakfast.
Every quiet morning, she dished this healthful,
Delish, desserty cereal quietly, for him,
Wringing her bleeding soul.
Taken and rejected each day,
That’s the irony of her life.
The semblance of an Oasis,
But a Desert within!
Unappreciated for everything,
Love is the biggest gambler.
Faked of being loved,
Never ever for the soul….
Only the flesh means anything
Serving tea with a radiant smile
A mandatory morning ritual
That overrides her blasted soul
And conceals the gloomy-grey mind.
Planning through the chores,
She prioritizes everyone’s choice
Though has none to choose from.
As if a victim to a decree….
Passed years ago….
When she was made to lose her Self!