CAP

These are the poems that I did during CAP. One of them (Gone) is supposed to be a part of the 'Family' page but I put it here instead since it is something that I wrote during CAP.

Snow White should never have been awakened from her sleep Not that gullible little creep Who would ever buy an apple from a hag Who had a wart on her nose and a tattered little bag A villainous glint in her eyes and a crooked smile Doesn't she look like a crook who's senile? Old Snowy had probably never heard That a robin could still be an evil bird Whatever the case, she was a total goon The prince's kiss would have been more worth it on a baboon The worst thing that happened to her She came down in history as a goody-two-shoes character!
 * __Snow White__**

A pretty person A promising future Her parents out Anxiety in Her life is destroyed
 * __OrChiD__**

She turns on the tap Soaps her hands Washes them Soaps them again Once, twice, thrice A dozen more times She grips the handle Pulls the door open She scrubbed her hands again Her face scrunched up in disgust Once, twice, thrice Another dozen times

She puts on sanitized gloves Presses the lift button Peels them off gingerly Pulls out another pair People laugh and giggleas she screams Her voice is muffled under the hygiene mask Everyone! Save yourselves! Wear these gloves!

She tries to avoid her parents' killer H.F.M.D haunts her But sometimes She takes it too far

OrChiD --- The phone rang I picked it up My face broke into a smile My good pal Jack was on the line Hey Jack! How’s the game? Felt a hand on my shoulder Shoved it off roughly with a little growl
 * __Gone__**

Horace dear, your lunch is ready Ssshhh! I gave a menacing tone An hour passed I put down the phone I screamed Can’t you just leave me alone! Mom! You’re such a pain! I’m not a kid anymore you know! I knew an arrow had been pierced into her heart Not that I even cared for a start

Five years passed quickly I stood in that same spot My fingers dialled instinctively My hand gripped around the receiver Hi Jack, I’ll miss you guys very much Don’t forget me I’ll be back soon I’ll call you every end of the week That’s a promise I’m sure to keep I put down the phone

Horace dear, I’ve packed your bag Call me when you reach there okay? You wish I muttered under my breath She put her arms around me An attempted embrace I shoved her away disgustedly As she lay there astounded on the floor I grabbed my bag Ran out of the door Freedom at last Finally I got what I craved for

Not once did I think of her Neither a call nor a letter What right did she have to control my life? After all, she was just a housewife I’d have gone to the university even without her For it was all a result of my shear hard labour Never did she contribute to a single good grade I obviously didn’t need her aid For a rather long time She had vanished from my mind Then came a call One of a foreign number Cautiously, I answered the phone Hello, is this Horace McNeil? I nodded to the caller without a face Yeah, I replied If I felt anything then I showed no trace

But as she delivered her message I dropped the phone Her ghostly words echoed echoed echoed in my head Your mother’s dead Your mother’s dead Everything she did for me flashed before my eyes And everything I did in return turned my heart into ice Images of her flooded through my mind Helping me with revision before the test Ensuring my food was always the best Knitting wool sweaters for me when times were hard And though everyone else forgot She never failed to make me a birthday card Regret gushed through me If I had always been wrong About everything else This was something I was sure off My greatest treasure that I had never realised Was gone from the world forever Your mother’s dead Your mother’s dead --