The Kitchen-A flashback: Bright is the kitchen Below the curling fumes and dark chimney With the playfulness of Dancing fires and murmuring vessel-lids.
The Picture Fades: Among the gossiping utensils Flourished a cooking vessel With an ear-breaking prosaic sound: "The mistress becomes lunatic! She carries a new machine with her With a handle and much space inside" A stainless steel wept; "We are about to be dismissed As we dismissed the muddy ones" Hearing the 'hot news' The fire place began to melt And then it decayed.
The Machine in Action: The pressure cooker smiles Sitting on a gas stove And imagining herself as a Climber of the Himalayas.
The new machine started to shrill out; "I did not mean any menace Yet you started pin pointing The deformity in me!" How an able-bodied damsel like me Can be criticized so cruelly? The novice continued' "Better you go to the attic And do take rest for a while As you need to keep away From my sturdy circular body.
" On the attic stood some Unlucky 'outdates' Dreaming of the glorious days But now have been whitewashed.
Peeping through the air holes The 'relics of the past' sighed; Why it hides the pressure of man's appetite? We are not caring for anyone and anything.
We are revolutionaries, And we react to the fire And sometimes extinguish it.
You dull creation of the Continent! Be reactive and cease whistling.
Your whistling reminds us The howling of the dead On the Judgement Day
The Picture Fades: Among the gossiping utensils Flourished a cooking vessel With an ear-breaking prosaic sound: "The mistress becomes lunatic! She carries a new machine with her With a handle and much space inside" A stainless steel wept; "We are about to be dismissed As we dismissed the muddy ones" Hearing the 'hot news' The fire place began to melt And then it decayed.
The Machine in Action: The pressure cooker smiles Sitting on a gas stove And imagining herself as a Climber of the Himalayas.
The new machine started to shrill out; "I did not mean any menace Yet you started pin pointing The deformity in me!" How an able-bodied damsel like me Can be criticized so cruelly? The novice continued' "Better you go to the attic And do take rest for a while As you need to keep away From my sturdy circular body.
" On the attic stood some Unlucky 'outdates' Dreaming of the glorious days But now have been whitewashed.
Peeping through the air holes The 'relics of the past' sighed; Why it hides the pressure of man's appetite? We are not caring for anyone and anything.
We are revolutionaries, And we react to the fire And sometimes extinguish it.
You dull creation of the Continent! Be reactive and cease whistling.
Your whistling reminds us The howling of the dead On the Judgement Day