Enemies

In the puddle of sweat
Stuck up the humid heart
Waiting to be fanned mercy
Hissing in bright day
Sometimes added sissing
Awake at night like in day..
Power of the government fails
Five hours per day

An order out of the way..
Mr.PC otherwise soft
Often becomes hard dark mirrored
Berating my better half slapped him one day
Wonder, he resumed
Slap, slap, slap
Habituated myself no sooner
Just to send Mr.PC to his hospital
Mr.PC communicates well
But lets not out any abc of his heart
Impaired old age difficult to be repaired
Old we versus old Mr.PC
The repairer's laughing..you too?

poem by Indira Renganathan
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