Mandira Mitra Poems
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How Do I Hate Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:
I hate you like the early winter six o clock alarm
I hate you like Black coffee that forgot to stay warm.
I hate you like a surprise test on Compound Interest
An interruption to my Saturday night or an unwelcome guest.
I hate you like I hate Mama, when she asks me who called and why
I hate you like the waiter who says, ”Coming! ” and takes all eternity.
I hate you like the Summer Sun shining on me with a vengeance
I hate you like an offensive mail that offends me and says “No Offence! ”
I hate you like I hate a scrub, ...
Love, remember when
As wanton love’s refrain
We vowed to me and you
To round off with, “I Do”.
Thus safely enclosed
In desires we dozed
Future unwary we two _
Until (was it me or was it you?)
We forgot to renew