Puckered Brow! Poem by vaibhav vizard

In a good season,
without any reason,
an altercation with my dad,
make me unpleasant and fed.
He always concentrates on me,
like a useless fellow,
his dangerous puckered brow,
used to kick me and throw,
my daily wicked habits.
He always blames me,
that being late,
is in your fate,
can't you set,
your time and date.
Not only him but my mother,
helps me to rise my weather.
she always opposes me to use,
gadgets like mobile, lappy, etc.
And when I summon some strength,
to open these instruments with force,
then she transchange my every effort as futile.
And what to say about my sister,
as she is younger but likes to be an elder,
she used to peep in my even private works,
and hence I am surrounded with puckered brow!