Nothing much can be expressed
Not much can be done.
it is a tumble, a cruel one
from the hands of the one
whom you bore and love.
An observation crystallized
into an advice spurted out
all too soon before one could
apply caution. This being
not the usual way.
it transformed into a thunderbolt.
In came screams, accuses
heading to a conflict
Master of ceremonies
who slogged all through the days
kept stoic insisting the values
of customs and traditions.
The duo went ahead unmindful
of the hurt they had inflicted.
Miserable really!
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