Being Cooked at last in the pot

Expectations cooking everywhere
So does the desire to impress upon
When Expectations are under cooked
The Steam of anger releases
The whistle booms loud and clear
Unknown messages suddenly become clear
The heart wants to run afar
Looking for a place to hide underground
But Alas no such place ever exists
Finally to face the most wrathful mother in law form
What an irony for millions
Kali takes her sword and chops of the head
Finally no more an "I" left to be uttered
The simple one seeks refuge again in the kitchen
Under the glittering fire of the stove
Nursing hopes
That someday a change might suddenly awaken
And impress upon all a great Happiness.
Dedicated to a dear friend.....