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, ...
God Is An Autocrat
If God answers your prayer, he is increasing your faith.
If He delays He is increasing your patience.
If He doesn’t respond, He knows you can handle.
If I can handle, my prayers do not include my pains.
I patiently wait to know the threshold of my endurance
But He keeps stretching it without ever asking for feedback.
If I cry out loud it’s beyond my means; if He is God enough to understand.