In the puddle of sweat <br />Stuck up the humid heart <br />Waiting to be fanned mercy <br />Hissing in bright day <br />Sometimes added sissing <br />Awake at night like in day.. <br />Power of the government fails <br />Five hours per day <br /> <br />An order out of the way.. <br />Mr.PC otherwise soft <br />Often becomes hard dark mirrored <br />Berating my better half slapped him one day <br />Wonder, he resumed <br />Slap, slap, slap <br />Habituated myself no sooner <br />Just to send Mr.PC to his hospital <br />Mr.PC communicates well <br />But lets not out any abc of his heart <br />Impaired old age difficult to be repaired <br />Old we versus old Mr.PC <br />The repairer's laughing..you too?<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enemies-9/
