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Sunday School –Sonnet


Sundays keep me in toes
The cloth strings in rows
hold sarees to dry
a pile of other clothes
lie on the floor in chaos
I sort them n the course.

Laundering once a week
forces me to seek
professional aid in between
which turns bleak
as none are keen
to undertake every week.

I do with lot of strain
my knee groans with pain,