Angry Birds

One can never be out of the other’s sight,
Yet they hate each and every moment,
Digging the bitter past memories,
Of hatred and events that trigger anger.

He lost all the strength working hard,
Whereas she lost all the patience,
The love between them is incredible,
That withstood all miserable times.

Both are equally dedicated and caring,
In their own ways, poking and prodding,
Mostly ending in a useless fight,
And a cup of tea to cool their nerves!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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