Responses, Poems, Veecharuvals and F(l)ights

When Icarus fell
he had just finished updating his blog,
a farmer was sharpening a
'veecharuval' in his field,

The rowdies were awake
folding their veshti's above their undrawers
near the edge of the sea

Using a blow torch
they melted
the wings' wax

Insignificantly off the coast there was a splash quite unnoticed,
this was Icarus being fed to the crocodiles by the undrawerers.

- Suseen's response to my last post (A brilliant take off on 'Musee des Beaux Arts' by W.H.Auden - Which was in turn inspired by the Dutch master Pieter Breughel's painting 'The Fall of Icarus' - Both of which in turn inspired the title for this blog). The painting featured in my blog, is incidentally (or coincidentally, if you're naive enough to believe it) the one by Breughel.

One can't let such challenges pass by, can one?

Mahesh's response to Suseen's post:

Though the insignificant splash was unnoticed,
At least the crocodiles were very well fed.
And the blow torches might have seemed dull,
In the bright sunlight of the boring afternoon.

The undrawerers might have had a lot of fun,
Completing their trivial task on the seashore.
Folding the veshti is but incidental to the fact,
That in the end, nothing is as easy as it seems.

As for the farmer and his sharp veecharuval,
They were both but tools in this poetic scene.
They played no part in the happenings as such,
But were still witnesses to the underlying fact.

What mattered here was not who was being fed,
To the ravening crocodiles, or what the farmer,
Or the undrawerers did. What mattered was that,
Before Icarus fell, Icarus flew.

Your turn, Bro.

P.S: A 'Veecharuval' is a Sickle, usually used to detach parts of the body from the original owner. Most prevalently used in Madurai, where Suseen comes from. You just might not find this on Google or Wikipedia.