A poem of my silly feelings

Yesterday someone drove me in a cab. The driver asked me if I am glad to see the airplanes hovering so close to me. I said I have been flying since a decade. And each time I fly I am happy to see it taking off. He said where I have been and I said to a few places around the world.

Here are my feelings,

When my mother cries, I say crocodile tears

When my father comes close, I say too late

When the brother swears, I say how wrong I have been

When the sister procrastinates, my love dies

When I get spam calls, I simmer in pelvic agony

When someone waits for my love, I say go find yourself someone

When friends smile, I say OK lets meet

When the neighbor shouts, I wake up from slumber