Poems by
Kaavyashri Rao

On the social nightmare of playing perfect host

a poem by Kaavyashri Rao

Waiting, waiting with bated breath,
Time and peace dying a slow death.
Anxiety flying to the highest peak,
Screaming in muteness can’t really speak
Freezing and burning at the same time
When will coming late be deemed a crime??
Society propriety, nurturers of anxiety
Guest, God, time, treat them with piety,
Clock’s hands quivering, shivering your hands.
Do you want time to speed or still stand?
Spotless mind and rooms messed up
Switch to messed minds and rooms spruced up.
Turns a jolly human to a paranoid ghost,
This social nightmare of playing perfect host.