A true test of patience iswhen a motherHolding her toddler’s pant, one eyeOn the clockSquats on the floor, waitingWhile he decides on theleg that’ll go in first,yain ki thainMeaning this or thatRight or left. In an unexpected turn of events however,he decides no leg willgo into the pant after allInstead he proceeds to calculatethe tenacity … Continue reading A True Test of Patience
Doesn't taste good? Fry the thing In hot oil If it still tastes bad Add some cheese And set it to broil.
On cookery shows: Burgers and pizza Steak and meat Endless amounts of oil they eat. I drool at them Stuck to my seat And then go back To my rice and wheat.
This poem was written because my sister felt that I never write anything 'happy-happy'. She said that all my thoughts are twisted and dark. In order to prove to her that I can write something which is happy she gave me three words: Flowers, ice cream, honey. And I was to write a poem using these … Continue reading Ice-cream
About that walk I took And my pretty new book About that thing I heard And how I hate curd About the fears I brave And the food I crave About midnight and sunsets And my yearning for pets About friends and foes And painting my toes About the night so black And all that I lack … Continue reading There is so much to say
Hippity-hop I run to the shop To buy a loaf of bread. So I can spread some butter And add in some sugar And make Mamma some breakfast in bed.