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Riddle in the sink
By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink,
Getting dirtier as he cleans the plates,
A change from being frozen on the ice rink,
Where they make patterns on me with their skates.
They don’t listen when I say I compromise,
I blow hot or cold at the turn of a tap.
But you’ll understand why I don’t advertise,
That I’m but a squiggly line on a map!
I’ve conquered the north, south, east and the west,
I walk along the Earth leaving a trail.
Three quarters of your world is where I rest,
Gently carrying the heavy boats you sail.
Woeful or happy I fall from your eyes,
From a plastic bottle I quenched your thirst
But I’m not all good, I hope you realise,
For in stormy weathers I do my worst.
Flowers blossomed when I fell into the soil,
Decorating your garden and the empty vase,
But into my heart you emptied your oil,
And now I’m abused, I cannot hide the scars.
So now my work is done, the cups are clean,
The plug is pulled and down the drain I go.
But where I’ll go next remains to be seen,
Just what will become of H20?
© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2011
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