I didn’t know what I’d write today,
For hasn’t life become so mundane?
So monotonous, like the clock,
At every interval it ticks and tocks
Prompts me, it’s alive today.
I wake up to my mom’s atypical voice,
The news broadcast, tallies the death tolls,
The uneasy cooker keeps fretting too,
With each whistle, it gets louder and louder,
Until it’s left to cool at its place.
Dad works on his laptop grey,
With his tea cup beside his ashtrays,
His weary files are out again,
He enters the data,
fiercely stabs the fatigued keys,
Oh this damn old laptop, types ‘he’ as ‘eeee’
Sweety then chirps a loud meow to me,
Oh! she’s awake and is famished
She wants to eat the loaf of bread.
Along with the her favourite peanut butter
And chocolate spread.
Alas this short poem comes to an end,
For sweety’s wrath is inescapable,
When she hasn’t been fed.
PS: Sweety is my 10 year old baby parrot.