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Rain Untimed
There was a lady in her late thirties
She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties
Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl
Naughty devils but the lady’s whole world
The lady was always in makeup from morning to night
Spending money on cosmetics you can imagine the lesser half’s plight
That never deterred her from buying new things in the markets
Every day there would be deliveries in boxes and baskets
One day the lady went to a wedding party with her little daughter
The daughter was so happy and enjoyed the party till the wee hour
While returning, it started to rain heavily and not a soul on the road
There was no cab to take them home nor transport of any mode
It rained and rained until their dresses were fully stained
With patches of dirt that clung, their bodies tired and strained
The waterproof makeup was no match for the heavy downpour
And washed away the grease from face in six minutes and four
The little girl was horrified to see a stranger holding her tiny arm
In a stuttering voice, she asked “Aunty where is my pretty mom?
Why are you holding my arm and where are you taking me?
I want my mom, you witch, don’t think you’ll have me for free”
With that, the little girl began shouting and shrieking
In no time a sizeable crowd gathered from nothing
They enquired about the reason for the commotion
The lady replied quivering with fear and emotion
That the makeup had washed away leading to confusion
The little girl did not recognize her mother due to misconclusion
The heavy rain had washed away all remnants of vanity
And she now stood before her child like a criminal, about to lose her sanity
That day she understood the importance of looking at her original self
And to never wear makeup to confuse the child and fake herself
The little girl, all grown up and beautiful whenever goes down memory lane
She laughs out loud but neither the mother nor she wore makeup again
Copyright ©
MB Farookh
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