Do Something

 What am I? What have I become? 

What am I doing? 

Am I me? 

Enough of questions..

Only i should answer them

Because they're about me

Asked by me. 

My present condition has kindled me

You know, I'm surrounded by people

Kith and kin

Blood and flesh 

Of course they're are part of my life

What they've made me

Should I need them

No no no

I need me

There's this idiot

Who thinks of me, 

Hmmm! What's the use in thinking,

Or am I thinking that he thinks of me

Fooh

If he is near

I would dare and hear 

I'm sure he will be my dear

I wouldn't think in alone 

Two would make us a pack of wolves

Time you are to be blamed

Idiot keep thinking

And do something soon

Nailed

 "Appa, What's good Friday?", my daughter asked

"That's a day when Jesus was nailed to the cross", was my reply

"Why did they nail him?"

i should simplify it for my young daughter, i thought and answered - 

"because he was too good and didn't turn bad"

"Oh! Ok."

a

    few

            seconds... p  a  s  s  e  d

"You know i am also as good as Jesus", i said

"Fine appa, I will soon learn to use hammer and nail", came her sharp response