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A hurried Bath
In my tiny bath room,
No showers, no sprinkles
for the handle is rusted
because of non –usage.
BY my side, Dove
Gives nice aroma,
It is Dove, bubbles of Dove,
No humming of Love, love.
Even two decades ago
The same is the scenario,
For no time, but of reading,
Preparing for class room,
and writing, editing.
Now the same , for my time is
Spaced between kitchen, sink
and my adored Guardian
for Dear Carol would
send
the signal of deadline,
‘’comments are now closed
For this site.’’
I must hasten to comment
Else my conscience would
prick with a feeling of guilt.
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