Ode to the Burnt Finger
Dedication: This poem is dedicated to my sweet little friend Kasturi Moitra. I wrote this when, in attempt to cook, she burnt her finger while staying as a paying guest in New Delhi. Since this was her first intentional disaster outside her home town, I decided to provide condolences . . . . I am not sure whether the poem can be taken in that mood, however! 😛 Here it must be mentioned that our friendship began as co-passengers in a train from Calcutta to New Delhi when she was leaving home for the first time in her life to pursue her undergraduate studies.
Far away from home in a city quite strange
A très belle petite girl starts to arrange
Her room in the PG.
Not as far as Fiji,
But from Calcutta to DU — that’s quite a range!
Far away from home by train she did come.
Away from her friends, her granny and her mum.
Even though her granny did
Cry, and her splendid
Mother had her tears hid,
She with her strength made woe unbecome.
Unfortunately, she decided to cook!
(There must be a reason in a cranny or a nook.)
I don’t know what happened.
(Her concentration slackened?)
The act had a black end end:
Her finger with the burn was a sight worth a look!
How did it happen? It must have been nasty!
I ask as a compensation, was the food tasty?
Oh aspiring sophomore*
To you I do implore
The burn could have more
The dainty little finger of the beautiful Kasty.
- DU is Delhi University, one of the better educational institutions in India.
- PG is a commonly used acronym for paying guest, quite a common form of accomodation all over India for students and/or workers who come from out of town.
- aspiring sophomore since she was in her first year of undergraduate studies.
- Kasty, the name by which Kasturi is known among her friends. Personal opinion — I think it is a genuinely unbeautiful modification of her name.
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