Modern Lady
Dr. Kondal Rao Velchala
MODERN LADY Lo
Lo! Lo!
How the modern lady walks through the Nayar Road
Without a tremor, shy-glimmer.
A “high-heelian”
Pounding the floor
With the walk of her footwear’s tick-tock.
How I wish I were a wallet in her hand !
At least a mini-mirror in it !
Ink in her ding – dangling parker pen
Mingling with the bliss-balls in her bra.
Oh, what a great relief it is to me, O, Modern Lady !
To affix my eyes on you in this busy bus-bustling Madras city !
It’s like reclining myself on a deluxe sofa
Anointing my body with the Amruthanjan balm
To accost your Moghal style ornated figure
In the midst of my daily chores
Amidst the Mambalam style buildings
Lying all over like the skeletons.
O, Dear !
I wonder, as to whose good – luck would it be
To solve those zig-zags of your eyes
Nestling like the cross word puzzles in those sockets.
What a delicacy it is, O, Modern Lady !
That painted mouth of yours
Glowing like the
Tempting “Tea Party” at the “Cunnemerah’s”.
How I wish it were mine !
But what a pity !
Like a great dictator,
Section (144) (meant to keep people apart )
Pasted to my mouth
It robs all my freedom to grab.
And those soft and silken arms of yours
Slender like the tender hearts !
How I wish they were mine too to twine, entwine
But alas beyond me like the ‘big brackets’
Enclosing the mind-boggling algebraic formulae.
Oh ! So charming
Heart warming is your whole figure O, Modern Lady !
So tempting, even to me a vegetarian
To gloat to turn into a non-vegetarian.
