Roshni is a talented writer with a kind heart, and someone I am honored to call my friend. Please welcome her to Meno Mama's site today with lots of comment love. Enjoy!
Ode to my toilet
(paraphrased from a poem titled ‘To a skylark‘ by some random guy named P.B. Shelley :P)
Hail to thee, porcelain throne!
Shiny thou never wert—
Even though gallons of bleach, or near it,
Have I Poured into thy open mouth
In profuse quantities to curb the smell of urine and fart!
Stinky still; no, stinkier!
From hell thou springest
Like a cloud of ammonia
The piss deep thou bringest,
Dribbling from the side thou dost stay, until I alone wipest.
What can be done, I know not;
Which way to teach my boys is most likely?
Sweet reminders or open threats work not,
For drops are still bright to see,
As from looking at thy presence, I emit a shower of blasphemy.
Teach us (my boys and husband)
What basic hygiene are thine
they have (apparently) never heard!
For the love of God, or wine,
I plead for a clean rim; ah! that would be divine!
One day, I looked before and after
And, I had to rub my eyes and blink!
Oh, happy day with joyous laughter;
The pot was stained not a chink!
And, then my happiness was curbed, for they had used the sink…..
Roshni was born and brought up in India. She met her husband while they were doing their PhDs and the two set off for the sunny shores of California soon after. She has two rambunctious, mouthy boys who fight during the day, but then whisper and giggle with each other at night long after she's told them to "go to sleep already!!" She blogs about her Indian American life, and pretty much any other topic, at Indian American Mom. Even though she keeps swearing off social media, you can also connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.