hasna mana hai
by anusha garg
Today my sister praised my writing skills
through which she feels I can really earn bills.
She feels whatever I write
is really nice and bright.
It's just that sometimes I am really sad
because of which I write which is not too bad.
She feels that the feelings I expressed on notebook is really worth to upload on Facebook.
I wish I could really improve it
if not much a bit.
I know when I'll show her this poem
she will want to copy it on a forum.
She will insist to show it to Mom
and then I'll say "C'mon.
Mom will feel I wasted time on writing
and it will hurt me like a biting.
I know I have really gone mad,
but seriously tell was it too bad..