‘Wake up, you brat’ you squealed this morn
That did jolt me but didn't make me forlorn
For, your squeal is still so lovely
As if a song of the spring makes the flowers blossom
‘Go and fetch water’, you yelled at me
I did go for you, my love,
Coz in your yelling, you smiled at me
Before you turned back towards the stove
‘Keep the car ready’, you screamed again
And in haste, I started it
You knew I can’t make you late
To meet your lover, so I slept and dreamed again
Interesting morning scene you described here. :)
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Regards
Jay
http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/
Thanks Ranita
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