Ashutosh Khandelwal

A Poem By A Child Whose Parents Did Nothing But Fight

As the rays of sun strike my eyes,
I know the day has arise...
But I still dwell into my sleep,
Covering my eyes before they could weep..
Because the sound I try & ignore,
Stops me from continuing my snores..
And when I open my eyes to see the bright sunlight,
All I can see is my lovely parents fight..
What worse could the day begin,
Slowly slowly the frustration creeps in..
And as I continue with my every daily chore,
The noise continues to increase more & more..
I think fighting was the fun of their life,
And so they choose to be husband & ...