Summer
The hellish season of the year,
Don’t know if it was the sweat or the tear,
Dripping water all over the body,
As was forced to look after the two needy,
One brat, who was hard to be found,
Was always lurking nearby the barren ground,
Playing 24/ 7 God knows what,
Another one, a docile princess,
Too tender for the harsh summer,
Needed me always around.
Was tired of these two months,
Waited for the vacation to end.
As they say, prayers do get fulfilled,
Over the years, I was unburdened,
With the responsibility of taking care,
For they had grown up and were away far,
Though suspended off all my duties,
The scorching fall do remind me,
Of my untameable naughty kids,
Lighting up the house with their antics,
Now all alone with my man,
As I look out of the balcony,
At the empty dried up lawn,
I recall seeing scattered up dices and pawn,
An aftermath of my children’s play,
Grouched a lot then,
Missing them a lot now,
Guess there are some duties,
That aren’t to be enjoyed while doing,
But cherished later reminiscing,
When one’s old and alone,
And have nothing left by the side,
Except sweet old memories.
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