A Sunday Story
They left a hole in my wall,
then said, "Madam, there's a wire here,
if we go any further, there'll be a short circuit."
So, I asked them what they planned to do.
"Keep making holes till we find a safe point."
I laughed and told them to stop.
And thought to myself,
when they'll ever be sure,
of that place where danger doesn't exist.
I don't like vulgar holes in my perfect wall.
I like the labyrinth wire trap,
keeping vulgar holes
away from the wall,
the minefield that casual labourers
will dare not trample on.
"Send the electrician first,
he knows it all," I said.
They came back saying,
that the electrician had quit.
So I stared at the gaping emptiness they left behind,
It wasn't aesthetic, but I felt proud,
as if it were my very own abstract masterpiece,
that others would only pretend to understand.
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gaizabonts: thank u! :)