Tummy Times

Aah .. back on familiar terrain
That odd feeling of pain and drain

The hum of the motor
The gurgling sound
The pop of the champagne
And bubbles abound

A heaven sent chance
To lose a few kilos
To binge on bananas
& rest your bum on pillows

To eat delicious khichdi
Curd rice and honey
& to drink to your heart’s content
Loads of nimbuu paani

Its like baseball
Without any doubt
You hit and you miss
By strike three you are out

I shudder to think
What a homerun would be like
& that old phrase comes to the mind
“ A stitch in time saves nine ”

To dispel all loose notions
What I’m talking of is …