Well Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Well
Well, Baba
At seventy-five
Years of age
You still get angry!
So how come
At forty-five*
Years of age
I won't get angry? !
It's all in the genes
; -)
Wrote this after Ma told me that even after so many years of marriage and life's experiences and insights, Baba still loses his temper; he has no control over his anger ;)
*In 2 years' time, I'll be 45.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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