Mrs. Higgins?
A POEM--
How
could life be so cruel?
How
would I be dual?
How
could rain be so wet?
How would I be a threat?
How
could the sun be so scorching?
Oh,
I will not be slouching!
How
could people be so busy?
How
would I be dizzy?
How
could books be so original?
Ah,
may I ask Mr. Writer—are you eligible?
Dear
Mrs. Higgins, will you allow me to answer?
Life
is not cruel,
It
could; would be better,
If
you would be patient,
May
I say you will suffer lesser.
You
will not have to be dual,
Just
follow your dreams,
Would
you then,
Think
how tasty are your beans?
Rain
is wet because God made it so,
If
you would stay under shelter,
Could
you not prevent the flow?
How
would it be scary otherwise?
And
how would you feel,
If
due to lack of heat,
Your
brother dies?
People
stay busy to relieve their grievances,
Could;
would you allow someone steal something,
That
isn’t even his?
Well,
Mrs. Higgins books will be the best,
If
you would—and will leave this,
Mr.
Writer alone,
To
write a book that’ll leave you impressed!
-Prarthana
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