Those sweet things..

When you toil in kitchen for hours,

And make his favourite food

You know the salt is too much,

But he still says it is good.


Your daughter makes you a portrait,

Your nose is flat and mouth droops

But you still smile and say,

Hey, that’s just how I look


Your MIL buys a shirt FIL loathes,

The fit is poor and the color drab

His friends at the senior club snigger,

But he carries it for her, saying its fab


I make most feel good,

About themselves or another,

What’s bad in keeping peace,

As long as you don’t hurt the other


I always bring in smiles and whoops,

Unlike truth, that snarky guy

Still they badmouth me

The poor pretty little white lie.


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Written by Pallavi

The magic in my soul

Has found a new voice

The words I write on paper

Drown out the futile noise



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