A Daughter's Complaint. Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Daddy, my mother who is also your wife
Is torturing me, making painful my life
You know how I hate to go to school
But she tells me I should for that is the rule

She says in mornings I should be well fed
But you know how I hate my milk and white bread
Tell her the bathtub is a right place to play
And I won’t get sick if I play with water all day

She scolded me yesterday for not bathing on time
But tell me daddy, is that such a big crime
Tell her it is ok for kids to put lip stick
She says it is poison if I accidentally lick

Isn’t your mobile phone also for your daughter dear
Then to give me to play with, why does she fear
And she scolded me for my Barbie was in six piece
I had taken her apart to clean her with ease

I think, dear daddy, I have really had enough
Get me a new mom, who isn’t so tough
One who will not scold me for each and every thing
Who will in rain, allow me to play in the swing

But she should like her, hold me so near
When the power goes, and darkness I fear
And she should each morning, give a sweet kiss
Like mommy does, without a single day miss

And she should get me yellow dress with flowers
Like the one mommy got me, when she went to get hers
And when on my new dress, ice cream I spill
With a smile on her face, get me a refill

She should make chocolate fudge as tasty as mom
And when I throw tantrums, remain as calm
Even when tired after a full day of work
Should not complain to help me with homework

I think you leave it dad, you won’t get another
As sweet and loving, as my darling mother
For anywhere you go, far east or west
My mommy dearest is simply the best.