The adjective tough
been attributed to me
by a relation some years back
remains evergreen in memory.
What made her say so?
I wonder, involving a contextual
deliberation, till date
could not find an answer.
Am I a miser? I introspect.
or do I look fierce?
Does she find my quietude
tough? I research seriously.
Bringing in various propositions
proportion, equations, I try to solve.
The answers, I derive, are not finite.
I repeat the word tough hundred and one times.
This epithet leaves me bothering,
I turn restless. My indignation
settles for the present. It will surface
with added chagrin soon.