I had been waiting for you,
From the past few months.
You didn’t show up nor send any letter –
So I climbed up a mango tree,
Counted till three, but there was no sign of you;
Mom sat below screaming my name
I thought she needed a mango, so
I plucked one and dropped on her head.
I thought she would stop but her volume increased
So I plucked a few more and dropped on her head,
Now she was silent, probably happy with the fruits –
I climbed down a little later.
She was lying facing the ground
My house was on fire;
I couldn’t save my house, mom lay in hospital
But you never came, when my need for you was dire.
©Paramita
This is such a sweet piece I could not help laughing. Thanks for the humor.
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I’m so glad You liked it. I was hoping to make at least one person smile
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I not only smiled; I laughed heartily.
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I was feeling silly when I wrote that. ☺
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I could imagine the mangoes on your mother’s head, haha!.
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Hehehe
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I can’t tell much, except the fact that it’s so innocent. I’m wondering how did she feel after this happened?? 😓😓
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I think she felt like throwing the bricks of her house at his head. Of course it depends on his return. 😁😁
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Hehehehe… Bricks it is.. 😂😂
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😊😊
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Such a fun piece!! Lovely!
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Thanks moonskittles. Good to hear from you
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Hi 🙂 It is good to read again! You are welcome!
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☺
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I enjoyed this very much!
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I’m glad you did. ☺
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YES! This is a fantastic start! In revision,, try removing all the pronouns and see where that leaves you. Awesome stuff, this.
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Thanks for the advice, I’ll try that.
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I’m visiting from blogging bootcamp! Oh I am intrigued by all things stories and romance!
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Thanks Marquessa I’m glad u like it
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Oh, the guy’s not worth it. I’m hoping those were metaphorical mangos. They don’t weigh as much. With good insurance cover, you can always get another house, but you’ve got to take care of your mother. 🙂
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Hehe yeah right. Thanks for stopping by
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You’re welcome. Love the quirky humor, by the way. 🙂
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I’m glad u like it
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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This is weird humor!
I enjoy weird and you wrote so beautifully!
So, now I come here. 😀
Why did you feel you could not write on Indian culture anymore?
Also: have you been writing last few months? I didn’t see your posts in Reader, nor got any email notifications for the same!
Best wishes!
Anand 🙂
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I have been writing okay not every week but every month I make a post. Why u don’t receive notification I don’t know. I love our culture and there’s lots to write but I’m more passionate about romance. It makes its way to me, I don’t have to go for it
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Beautifully expressed
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Thanks Nisthur I’m glad u like it
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😊
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Oh wow. That was creative. Your poem seems a bit on the morbid side, but what a strong message.
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Thnks
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