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, ...
Over And Out
Nothing to say anymore
No emotions, complaints,
Unreasons that shout,
Without a word further
Without procrastination or doubt
I'm moving over and out.