Vikram G. Aarella
My Lazy Sundays - Poem by Vikram G. Aarella
My mom wakes me up
With a cup of hot tea,
Dad has already kept ready
Sunday’s newspapers by me.
Sipping the spicy hot tea
I go through the latest news,
First in English then Kannada
Make a note of my views.
Then I go to the living room-
If my sister is watching TV,
Then it’s my turn to take bath
As bathroom will be free.
After having a relaxing hot bath
I pray to god for strength and peace,
Mom will get breakfast ready
Usually my favourite ‘Lemon Rice’.
I eat as much as I can
Take some beetle nuts to chew,
Out I go of home for the day
To chill out and do something new.
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