Dad asked me to do an inventory check in what-used-to-be-my room this morning. He brought out all the old files, notebooks, folders, CDs and paintings.
All fragments of a life past. A life I had only vague memories of. A life my husband knew nothing of.
In the next few days I’ll share some pictures of the treasure trove I unearthed rummaging through the drawers; for now I share with you a poem I wrote way back when and quietly slipped into my parents’ room.
For whomsoever it may concern
These studies and this fatigue
The hard work at its peak
The pain is too much to bear
I’m on the verge of tearing my hair
Why can’t these exams get over soon?
Rest and sleep will then be a boon
Exams are a sheer test of memory
Just mug up like I did for history
ICSE syllabus was so so sweet
With ISC, my head I have to beat
Nothing goes inside, nothing is understood
Getting not-so-good marks is the likelihood
It’s the first time I’m giving my class XI exams
So results will not be as good as mixed fruit jams
So please don’t scold me and don’t feel sad
I haven’t really worked for these exams and I know that
I’ll get good marks in the final you bet
I promise to you and this i won’t forget
You’ll be smiling and will feel proud of me
I’ll not let you down in the next term, you’ll see.
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have been away for a while – guess i have missed out on a lot…
as for this post — awww.. that was sooo sweet… am sure ur parents were darn proud right after they read the poem
Thanks, Sulo