Poem 51#

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.

20 Replies to “Poem 51#”

  1. Hey Shivani ,
    I know you haven’t been active for a while now and I really miss your posts. I hope you return soon. For the time being I have nominated you for Sunshine blogger award and wanna know you better, I hope you will accept them 😊 both the links given below:
    https://myintrovertsoul.wordpress.com/2020/06/10/wanna-know-you-better/
    https://myintrovertsoul.wordpress.com/2020/06/10/the-sunshine-blogger-award/

    Stay Safe and Best Wishes

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