An Appeal To Mom And Pap Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

Bound in false love trap,
Having yourselves wrap,
Prithee, sketch not my life map
For after a while, you shake off the nap
And depart each other off camp;
Today wedlock, tomorrow off-lock!
But, by then you'd make my stamp
In mother's womb clung with clamp.
I poor skull, desire to grow in your lap
And live with pomp and clap,
Instead, wander over the land as a silly tramp.
I beseech, no Crown nor Clap..
But, be merciful, no slap
And not to my smile dig and dump.
This is my appeal to you, O my Mom and Pap!