September 14, 2013 – Meenas Poems

Recollecting the days when I was a young mother

with three little boys catching my apron

always behind me to places wherever I go

all very reluctant to go to school

when the day dawns each one would come with an excuse

one saying his hands are aching

the other coming out with a leg pain

while the last one would simply cry loudly

This had been my daily take off

while my second one pretty imaginative

one day came out with a peculiar strain

saying all of a sudden that his face is paining

having exhausted all pains and aches he landed on this

a very strange phenomenon and quaint excuse

Suppressing my smile I asked him

how could a face on the whole give pain

he burst forth with a vigour that shook me

finally had to yield to his pleadings

without any more interrogation.

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