BARATHON-- War And Pieces
Sundays are best sundae to cool myself
It begins at morning,covered up with suit of armors
Weapons are tempting to attack her
She stands tall on her Eiffel wedges
Staring with owl eyes,hair dyed in tar coal
On the other end my mother in-law
Drinks sip of copper water to chill words to attack me
Spatulas, rolling pins,packets,veggies were launched from my canopies.
In return she threw tulsimala,
utensils, her husband's garments
Few minutes later,
Chanting AUM, we both sprinkled each other corn flour to end the war
Both of us took a sound nap
Men of the house cooked and served us with Rogan Josh
Each plate was filled with chicken leg piece
I laughed at my sweet mother in-law
Giggled each other,united with the pieces.
I'm writing for BARATHON by @blogarhythm Day4 prompt War And Pieces.