Sulk
Left alone to sit n sulk
of stresses there's a bulk
all leave the house at nine
I'm left only to sit n whine
we live in a mansion
maintaining it is a tension
all get back only to dine
hungry inmates for food pine
they take it for granted
that ill have cooked all ,that's wanted
none to lend a helping hand
morning to night I prepare meals grand
cleaning the place is another domain
Its a mania ,which to accomplish is a pain
Always I move around with a duster
I wish to see most things maintain their lustre
grandchildren get home at lunch
looking always for new stuff to munch
their parents get back late
they run to their arms straight
each one then leaves
that's when some tension reweaves
They don't realise I'm not that agile
With time I'm rendered fragile
I muse will this cleanliness mania ever be released?
or my duties eased
my life it seems has freezed.
Copyright © Bawa Talwar | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment