The kerchief mouse

                                            A typical Chettinad family house, Year 2014.

Joy flashes

As the kerchief mouse jumps, suddenly

Looking for who could now fold it

Into a living being

When all go about so dead;

Addicted visibly

To discounted wealth

Worn out shows

Made up smiles

And dressed to shed like the mannequins;

I may be hurt in my attempt

To chastise or tire, to pronounce myself

Not guilty

Of rolling the kerchief

Of making the desires to come alive;

Come and sit then

To let sorrows pass farther

Than you and I can image

The greater part must join

Us from our origins-

Let us wait, together

Preparing food for the dead

If possible

For the dawn to break,

Something to remember the visit with.
 

(The above is the side view of a Chidambaran's kin's family house- note about 9 garage doors, one house apparently has a thousand windows and most houses have a separate suite for deliveries)