Got up
On the wrong side of the bed;
Feeling of foreboding;
Trifle uncomfortable;
Shrugged aside nonchalantly.
Started my routine;
Dropped a glass
Had to clean the mess!
Missed the bus;
Caught an auto;
Reached half an hour late!
Explanation given;
Started my job,
Spilled ink on the register;
Again explanation-
And correction! !
Forgot my ID card;
A black mark given!
Nagging feeling of wrong side
Crept up again and again!
Waved away the thought.
Had to reach home early,
Ran down the stairs,
Slipped and landed with a thud.
Took me to the hospital
Hair line fracture-
X-ray revealed.
Reached home in time;
For the party-
But alas! ! could not party! !
So; I pledged myself-
Never to get up on the wrong side of the bed;
Come what may! ! !
... nice poem with narration forgetful nature sometime assures wrong in place of right and cause situation tight
I too have experienced when it starts going against me, so many events go against me...............10 But the poetess has nicely described this fact in an unique and singular style.
Jaishree, the fault was not getting out on the wrong side of the bed. I had my foot fractured - as you say hairline. My wife wanted to accompany me to the hospital to throw her weight around. I said nothing doing. Got into the car, Drove myself, refused to take the wheelchair the docs offered; it is all well again. Cheers Jaishree while you go with a 10....from me. Keep writing good poetry that uplift the mood and help us fight the odds.
All the days are not equal. Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wrong side implants wrong sight never been to wrong side right side builds life height.....