The Gate's Anguish – Delhi Poetry Slam

The Gate's Anguish

Indira Mohan

ALL DAY I STAND NO MOMENT I SLEEP
 IF I AM NOT ALERT SOMEONE MIGHT CREEP
 TO PEEP THROUGH ME IS VERY CHEAP
 TO KNOCK AT ME IS A HABIT TO KEEP 
 
  I STOP A PIG OR A STRAY DOG
  BE IT A GOAT OR A HEDGEHOG
  TO LET THE KNOWN IN IS MY JOB
  AND TO KEEP AWAY A UNRULY MOB
 
 BUT THIS IS NOT THE ONLY WORK I DO
 THERE ARE FEW PART TIMES TOO
 I WOULD LIKE TO DO SOMETHING NEW
 LET ME SAY ABOUT THE OLD ODDS FEW.
 
 
 
 WITH A FOUR YEAR OLD I SWING AND PLAY
 ON MY FEET SHE STANDS AND SWAYS
 WHEN HER SCHOOL CLOSES IN MAY
 I BECOME THE BLACK BOARD SHE TEACHES ALL DAY
 
 WHEN THE TEN YEAR SON PLAYS CRICKET
 HITTING ME IS THE DESIRED WICKET
 CROSSING ME IS THE SIXER’S TARGET
 THAT IS WHEN , I ENJOY THE BEST
 
 WHEN THE MAID IN THIS HOUSE
 HANGS ON ME A SAREE OR A BLOUSE
 I BECOME A HANGING LINE , OFCOURSE
 FIGHT WITH WIND TO KEEP THE SOCKS AND GLOVES
 
 WHEN MY MASTER AND HIS MISTRESS,
 FEEL BORED OR IN A STATE OF MESS,
 PLAY TENNIS TO RELEASE THE STRESS
 WHO IS THE NET ? CAN YOU GUESS?
 
 WHEN I DECORATE FOR A PARTY OR BALL,
 I AM EXCITED AND STAND TALL ,
 BUT WHEN A DOG , ON ME, ANSWERS NATURE’S CALL
 I BECOME FURIOUS AND FEEL SMALL

WITH MY MASTER’S NAME ON MY CHEST
 AND ON MY SHOULDERS THE NIGHT LAMPS REST
 SUPPORTING A CREEPER WITH ITS NEST
 I, GIVE A PICTURE THE VERY BEST
 
 MADE OF IRON COATED WITH REDOX
 ARE THE POST AND THE MILK BOX 
 HUNG IN MY WAIST WITH COVER AND LOCK
 TO KEEP THE THINGS SAFE ROUND THE CLOCK
 
 
 SO, I PLAY SO MANY PARTS
 AND KNOW THE INMATES BYHEART
 BUT THESE HUMANS HAVE NO REGARD
 FOR NOW , ME, THEY WANT TO DISCARD


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