It's annoying how
Only half of my parents time is mine now
How all my things are hers too now
How at one of those smiles and pouts
We all have to bow
Only half of my parents time is mine now
How all my things are hers too now
How at one of those smiles and pouts
We all have to bow
Its annoying how
Everything I do, wear, or feel now
Are no longer only mine.
How she has to think along the same line
Everything I do, wear, or feel now
Are no longer only mine.
How she has to think along the same line
It's annoying how
Despite our avid similarity
There is always some disparity
How we don't seem to agree.
The matter be no matter what
There will always be something on which we've fought
Despite our avid similarity
There is always some disparity
How we don't seem to agree.
The matter be no matter what
There will always be something on which we've fought
Its annoying how
Inspite of all this
I know I will miss
Her with all her tanrums
How I cannot even think
Of a life so dull.
Inspite of all this
I know I will miss
Her with all her tanrums
How I cannot even think
Of a life so dull.
Yes it truly is very annoying
That I can't help but say
Even though I won't admit to her
I truly do love my little sister
That I can't help but say
Even though I won't admit to her
I truly do love my little sister
Naresh,
ReplyDeleteWhat I had said while responding to Aditi's sketches can just be repeated here. Shruti is so charmingly honest about her annoyance with yet compelling fondness for her sister. And as for her poetry I marvel at her gift since much as I am quite proficient in languages I have no clue how anyone gets to writing poetry. Pl. convey my congratulations to her.
Gulpa
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