Mom?

     *Oh what a day... Does he enjoy giving me hell in his lecture? Perhaps he keeps a toy for himself in every batch that graduates from this college. I'm so glad that it's going to be over soon. Still, aren't they supposed to go easy on us in our last year? I wonder if he bribed the sun too. It's going to be a new temperature record today. The first year students must be enjoying their bus ride. Wait till you get promoted kids.*

One Last try

She asked what would you do if I was to die?
I said I don't know, maybe I would cry
She said repeat the words and look me in the eye
I said, you know me I have always been shy

I don't think it's working for you, I want to know the reason
Maybe something has changed, like the changing season

She said tell me, or I'll die right now
I can't say, when I don't know how

You used to write so much, what happened to that?
I don't know, these days I just turn blank

She said write a poem on it, so I can keep it for later
I hardly think it's poetry, just rhyming thoughts put on paper

She kept staring at me, as time passed by
Since you insist so much, I'd give it one last try

P.S.
As much as I love fiction, I would like to keep it restricted to just rhyming thoughts put on paper. Comes from a real inspiration though.