Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Poem 9- Kitchen

My mother works in the kitchen everyday
Let it be in June, July or May
Everyday she sweeps the floor
But dust keeps coming more and more

Not only the kitchen, but also the house
she looks for a lizard or traps a mouse
She washes forks and spoons
some with designs as moons
- Gaurang Rao

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