Mandira Mitra Poems
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, ...
Why are you so young Mama?
And why was Papa so old?
“But we were in love, Beta,
Imprudent and bold.”
Then why did Papa go away Mama?
It was not his age to die.
Why cant I, like them at school
Have a family?