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.
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Meenas Poems 