Sunday, June 5, 2011

Poem 152 - Tit for Tat


Going to my sister's room, banging her room's door and running back
My room's door fly's open, sister gives a glare, her eyes, cold and black
Sweetly I smile, I act innocent by shrugging and opening my book
She turns around and turns again - once more she gave me that hard look
I laughed in my room, just then someone bangs my door, and laughter does crack
-Gaurang Rao

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4 comments:

  1. Very 'sweet' Gaurang..lovely scene..Jae :)

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  2. Very good.. I could see the scene seeing I have to grandkids that could have done it so well. lol

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  3. Gaurang, you describe perfectly what my brothers & I used to do to my sisters when we were young. The girls used to get so mad, but always found a way to get back at us when we were least expecting it.

    All part and parcel of being a family I guess.

    Well done!

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  4. Don't they ever smile so sweet? Ah brothers and sisters up to old tricks!

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