Exhaust Fan


 

Creased air eased with sieved air.

All set 24x 7 with a vow to bow.

Pressure cooker whistles with tangy tastes.

Burnt brinjal smokes of asphyxiate.

Chili pepper fumes, fume the kitchen walls.

A clogged drain and sewer pipes suffocate the hall.

 

Flavors and vapors it slurps in.

Not a minute to rest, every day on the test.

Exhaust fan, the unexhausted fane.

Greasy grins throttled its lungs.

Slimy wings fan the savaged air.

Caged wings whined to break.

Exhaust fan exhausted at last.

 

Last sigh in strange rooms.

Packed and thrashed in the dump bar.

Bin liner hugged the wings and bars.

No bid adieu or welcome note.

Guillotine wait to enter the scrap jar.

Seldom exhausted in the fatigued war.




A few ordinary things underplay their roles  but if we observe closely, how very pivotal these are in our lives. Is it the inter -dependence or support system which we often forget and take things for granted ?


 

 

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