Imagine Poem by shweta khosla

Imagine if frustration
Was a person

A little weeny
A little puny

With big ears
& ear pulling fears

Went with you
Everywhere too.

How would life be?
Come lets see..

You wake up to find
Empty cigarette pack lying

And the little freak
Begins to shriek

You whack him hard.
The lump of lard.

And he cowers away.
To give satisfaction way.

Your boss yells
More than he smells

And today it’s at you
Your face turns blue

And the little rat
smiles like a cat

And you pull ears.
Till he tears.

And he cowers away.
To give satisfaction way.



You reach home at last.
But you are aghast

For you are discovering
That all your belongings

Are lying in peace
On the grimy street

Because your girl friend
Whose life you want to end

Has thrown you out, the dink
And painted the house pink

And the little swine
Smirks like a slime

And screams your will
Its time to kill

You reach out again
But completely in vain

‘Cos you get hit
scratched and bit

By aunty satisfaction
‘cos she is taking action

to open your blind eyes
and to realize

That without frustration
There is no meaning to satisfaction