- Mother - Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
- Mother -
Your mother
Told you
Not to drink
Not to smoke
Not to dope.
But you
Disregarded
Her and went
For those
Unhealthy
Habits to
Cope.
But did you
Really cope?
Nope.
Instead,
You went
On a lope,
Through a
Steep slope,
Lost all hope,
And now you
Mope, cling to a
Rope, and when
Nothing else helps,
You pray to the pope.
Wednesday, November 13, 2024
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