Waiting for Tito
Since long I have been waiting
Tito* said he’d be coming.
Momma is too busy working
Since the maid has been absconding.
When work is done she goes a-blogging
So there is none for playing
With my tennis ball I am left standing
At the wall, my eyes searching
For my friend who said he’d come visiting
Perhaps he will have time for throwing
This ball that in my mouth I am holding
Then maybe he’d take me walking
Or we could even do some running
I shall gladly settle for jogging
Followed by a bout of wrestling
We’ll finish off with eating
The hearty meal Momma’s cooking.
So Tito, when are you coming?
Waiting is oh-so boring.
– Shail Mohan (March 2012)