by Sunil Sharma
Every
Morn
Is
A
Gift
From
The
Loving
God.
So,
Dear
God,
Please
Tell
Dad
Not
To
Worry
About
The
Pay-packages
Fat
Given
To
Others
In
His
Cussing
Office,
Or,
Maa
Complaining
About
Her
Own
Meager
Jewellery
Or,
Salary
And
Both
Mum and dad---
Always
Bitter
About
Others
In
The
Housing
Society
Or
Joint
Family.
And
God
Dearest,
Please
Make
The
Two
Good
Honest
Folks
Understand
That
I
Am
A
Kid
Poor
In
Math
And
Science,
And,
Cannot be
The family’s
Only
Einstein
Or
Of
My
Full
Feuding
Clan
Or,
Always
Better
Than
Cousins,
Siblings
Friends
Or,
The
Others.
(This is my daily morning prayer to our Father who lives up in the blue heavens and who listens to the daily earnest petition of the believing children)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Freelance journalist, academic, writer and poet, Sunil is from India and published poems, fiction and a novel. He is also literary editor, reviewer, interviewer and critic. He is a bilingual writer who deals with current Indian realities and a globalised world and its impact on his country.
Last updated September 21, 2011