A Validiction on Valuation

Judging wards has never been my forte When I put the mirror on me Lord, thankfully no one judges me My daughter would mock me endlessly, My wife would find courage to grill me at such a time, when is the last time you played the husband for I fetch the potatoes, drop my daughter at school, my honeymoon is a decade and half all you do is to hoodwink us with a zomato biryani at weekend? While you perpetually love and solve mysteries for kids of your college? Do I really know how to love? Am I in fact a beast wriggling withing the ghettos of my own complications? How can I say what my urges are, how can I say say who I am for each time I look into the mirror a different being appears. pay her dues and all you do is zomato a weekend biriyani to make me a fool? I keep mum. keep my counsel to myself But feel I am neither a good hubby, nor a pop, how dare I my honeymoon is fifteen years old,