Unmindful Of Who I Am?

The morning I wake
go to the kitchen
my eyes still sleepy.

I tell myself
having no school
going kids,

Why I am in a hurry?
I keep going
‘through the chore.

unmindful of the necessity,
a practice for long
dies hard.

Right now in the ripe age
gathering my wits
I do my work,

one being cooking,
the other supervision,
another more the accounts.

Do I do justice to all?
Little I know, but
do with attention.

I recall the words.
the mind in itself
makes the heave of hell
hell of heaven.

it is the mindset
that does a lot more,
than the age.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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