After eight years of marriage The first time I visited my parents, They asked, “Are you happy, tell us”. It was an absurd question And I should have laughed at it Instead, I cried, And in between sobs, nodded yes. I wanted to tell them That I was happy on Tuesday I was unhappy on Wednesday. I was happy one day at 8 o'clock I was most unhappy by 8.15. I wanted to tell them how one day We all ate a watermelon and laughed. I wanted to tell them how I wept in bed all night once And struggled hard from hurting myself. That it wasn't easy to be happy in a family of twelve, But they were looking at my two sons, Hopping around like young goats. Their wrinkled hands, beaten faces and grey eyelashes Were all too much too real. SO I swallowed everything, And smiled a smile of great content. Confessional poems are straight from the heart and talks mainly about the issues that encircles the poet’s life or state of mind. Here the poet wilf...
Very true.
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Do not speak the truth that is unpleasant or the pleasant if untrue.This is the guideline.
First visit,nice template,happy you write short stories and poems.I like these two
Thanks for your visit and the kind comments
Word is the Yo Yo ball....what you give will come back to you....If you throw harsh words, people will disrespect you...likewise, if you treat someone pleasant by offering kind words...You automatically earn respect....:)) Enjoy!!
DeleteJust a wonderful, as if got a magic pen or finger with key board.
ReplyDeleteI don't have the words to express, so happy to read, and more much thankful that you have invited me to read
The culture of the south..............uff...i lost myself in south.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much chitappa....your words mean so much to me......Glad that you liked it....Yes its for people to believe that we are blessed to be a south indian....:))
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