The Usual Fight Poem by Surya Pratap Singh

Tonight, the most scaring thing happened,
I sat beside my sister and watched it,
The view made me depressingly saddened,
I sat on the left hand of my sofa and witnessed it,

I saw my mom and my dad,
Quarreling over some pointless thing,
His face so intense and anger bad,
Him silent and she about to slip in weeping,

I tried my best to stop this argue,
But the argument was soaking them both,
My heart lay fragile and and my hands couldn't move,
And I sat beside my sister as settled smoke,

You speak too much and shout too loud,
My dad's voice harsh when he said this,
You should speak less and low, my dad's voice came out,
Two wagon of tears I saw racing down her cheeks,

I am son of them both,
Whom should I judge wrong,
I am still sitting on the left hand,
Trying to deal this strong,

It's hard for a son too see his mother crying,
Harder it is to interfere with father,
Even harder it is to sit silent and watch them Dying,
In the war of words and tears,

My siblings and me sat 'round them and watched it,
The ego, the fight, the anger till nine,
We couldn't ask them to stop this,
They stopped to quarrel at some other time