While yours is loving, crazy, fun,
Mine’s a seething vipers’ nest.
When yours is gathered, it’s a feast.
When mine is gathered, it’s a test.
You play the Game of Life in team.
We play a game of empty thrones.
So, if you walk into my ken,
I urge you keep your caution close.
And if your bloodhound nose reports
Unwholesomeness in welcome words,
I urge you spare no wit expense,
For they are generous to curse.
Minakhi Misra 