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Playing A Host For You

Last night I had a sweet dream, a dream of all times,
It lasted for hundreds of seconds or as I would like to believe
That it was lingering like the moon even after the dawn.
My dream still floats on mind like a feather.
Here it is… MY DREAM AS IT IS TOLD TO YOU.

In the dream dear friends, you may know for a change
I played the role of a very shy host with a small smile
And all of you my poet friends, were my guests from far off lands
Or most of you perhaps came from the lands beyond our hills.
I had not invited all of you, but they too came, A BIG 'THANK YOU'.

I made dishes of no known lands for you.
The powder of wheat and barley I used,
I mixed them with chilly, ginger and salt.
I cut for you bitter gourd, lentils and cabbage
And cooked my mix till you all came!

No dates, no eggs; nor their parents
No salmon; nor sardine too,
No honey, no biscuits and no cream cakes.
I looked at you from the corners of my eyes
And saw most of you smiling at me.
You had brought gifts too for me, I knew it!

Yoonoos had a dozon pearls for me,
Valerie had brought amethysts for me
Valsa George had emerald and ruby for me and
Veeraiyah Subbalakshmi had diamonds for me.
They all sat on the front row relishing my delicacies!

My heart was beating all the while though.

Sanjay Mehta and Swetha had with them platinum rings for me
Indrani Bhaduri and Mathew had two golden pens for me,
Payal and Rupika would give their gifts later perhaps
And Vijay Sai, Shivani and Nilakshi would not reveal them
Thomas A Robinson came a bit late with an opal in hand.
They were all on the next row eating now and then.

Hazel, Howard, Mirna Morgan and Christopher Tye were there
Not eating much, but smiling at me they sat.
Thomas Hsi, Captain Cur, Babatunde Aremu and Stanley Stooper
Were looking at the watch now and then.
Shahzia Batool and William Sienes III sat making occasional gulps.
Persian Nightingale and Melvin did not see any plate before them!

I blushed my face when King Femi made just a bite and started sweating
And I saw Faeo Lyre drinking water all the while.
My dishes were strange for them!
Risha, Sonnet, Athul and Maria have stopped being here or
Have overgrown and won`t go anywhere perhaps.
Three young kids who TYPE, PASTE and SEND their invitations to me often
Won`t eat at mine for reasons unknown.

I wish they were all here to eat a little.

Maddy Macleod, M.M French Fries and Niq Castro did not come,
Abha Sharma, Hema and Michael are far from me now
And Dr Celes frowned at the feast of a non-believer.
Green Wolfe and Ramachandran are not around
For years and are therefore in oblivion.

As you all left me one by one,
I thought of cooking something special for Him
But I have not seen Him since my birth
My poems have spitten venom on Him and
Why should He eat at mine at all?

There is yet another dream of a dinner party in the offing
Which I shall offer to my new friends.
That will be the time you make me think,
' How great it is being one among you here? '
And I shall cook it for my young friends too.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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