The Aftermath

The close of the day,
 exasperated I settle down,
 It is been terrific 
the past few days
with none of my staff 
back to work,

I am doing the chores 
cooking  turns elaborate,’ 
cleaning is cumbersome
 Mopping, dusting, drains 
my life out.  The aftermath 
of festivals,

In the morn, I watch the gate
 eager to see at least one of them 
trekking in for work  that much
 lesser work ‘for me,  oh! no.
 Grabbing  the broom!  
I begin my day.



By meenas17

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

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