Samaira Bhansali

12 Years

52 Years

Cathedral School

Mumbai

One Cold, Winter Morning… | Bookosmia

One Cold Winter morning

 

 

One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’

And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.

She’d push, she’d pull, she’d smack, she’d whack,
She’d never give me my pillow back!

She’d rush, she’d fuss, she’d knack, she’d attack,
She’d even stop to have a snack.

She’d huff, she’d puff, she’d crush, she’d thrush,
She’d pour over the water with a gush.

She’d gulp, she’d clasp, she’d flush, she’d slush,
She’d even stop to use her brush.

One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’

And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.

 

One Cold Winter morning

 

 

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