Here the weather is sunny
No work today,
I play on my phone gleeful way.
There in my home it rains galore.
My mother telephoned me and sobbed,
She cried 'My heart burns'.
I consoled her-
'It's raining, so your heart burns.
Everything will be alright'.
She cut the call,
The colourful phone dimmed, became flabby.
I laughed at myself
What a stuff mother is!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013