My propensity

                       My propensity

My   Anglophile   silken, cool,

Soft   feather cap, I don, willingly,

 Some   seemingly, bemused

 queried   me   why so?

 I don’t disown  my Indian  twirling

Grandfather   Umbrella ,

 astutely  remembering me,

My interminable  roots of

Tradition and   tether.

Grand ma’s  herbal  juice

for  jaundice  in the diaphanous

Vial  apportioned  on the shelf

treats   her  visitors. 

They  are mine too.