I haven’t finished what was assigned to me
My mentor will ask, “Why am I stuck? ”
I have no answer, so scared I am.
I am sure she will out rightly know the truth
She will scan me from me from top to bottom
And at any time blurt out the word
Liar, which I am not.
The work assigned to me wasn’t hard
But last time it sapped me like a hungry child
sucking every drop from a juice pouch
Inspired by lazy afternoon, I got a little slower
She has every right to inspire me to work
But shouldn’t use the word
Idler, which I am not.
“You should finish the work by tomorrow”
These words echoed in me as if someone
testing the depth of a new well
I lured, buttered my rebel heart to go against
it’s wish to stay on the track
But my heart, like greedy human brimming with lust
demands more
which when caught by others, it yelled
Briber, which I am not.
Like nails meshed in foam of my mattress
With an ulterior motive to interrupt my sleep
The work with its tension kept me awake
as if I’m on binge watching scary movies
A sharp cutting pain in my head and my red eyes
The night after
She had every reason to call me
Drinker, which I am not.
When I failed at work, I hid myself from
everyone in the lab, behind the refrigerator
In hideout, I got very confused if they ask me
What to expose and what to hide
Only a few people had the courage to speak
on your face
I face each and every one of them
Not giving them any reason to call me
Skulker, which I am not.
Two answers to the simple question
First a simple and flat No
A word to sour my mouth and her day
Second, the explanation
I couldn’t be able to do it despite my repeated attempts
with blah blah reasons
At last, I decided against my second option
To give my mentor the choice to make a decision
what I am and what I am not.