Today was breezy,
The test was not so easy,
I have no time,
In this life to rhyme.
My life is done,
I don't seem to have any fun,
Don't know if he's going for a run,
Or chasing his son.
I don't want to go to my in-laws
Let me take a moment and pause,
They will probably expose my flaws,
It's gonna be difficult but it's for a good cause.
My father is doting,
He speaks to me in a way so motivating,
My insides feel like deflating,
Everytime I see him in his studio writing.
My mother is orthodox,
This is no paradox,
She is always going to rebuke,
Her scoldings are never supposed to be a fluke.
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Mini's Merry Monologues
PoetryThis is actually a poem inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's story "The Kabuliwala". If you have read this story before, you would know that a girl called Mini, the narrator's daughter is a chatterbox and she knows no bounds when it comes to talking wh...
