Write your accounts they say
it is a typical way
a record of what you spend
a very good method to depend on
all that is well in spirit
really it gives no respite
a day you forget to write
your conscience kills you not slight
not only, you fear yourself
also, you are scary of the other self
might be your husband at home
who questions you and diffuse your calm
may be your senior in workplace
who makes you feel out of place
Well, this record of what you do
the expenses at home would be few
you know what to buy and what not
there need not be any other way out
writing what you spend and tallying it
time consuming and unnecessary in a bit
the span of life being short
with the survival being fought
an accounting for business is a fit.
but for the house it is unfit
this be my opinion very clear
you may not like it my dear.
Tag: husband
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Did I Not?
Did I not tell you?
said the mother to her son
Did I not warn you?
said the mother to her daughter.
Did I not bear with you?
said the tired wife to her husband.
How many did I not?
I hear all around
I throw my towels
that be the last
Did I not?
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Not The Hoary Past.
The Dharma I know
not he the brother of Arjuna
of the epic Mahabaratha
a man of unreasonable pride
takes us on a joy ride
speaks of his wealth and pedigree
though they vary in degree
goes on a pilgrimage often
wife also in the run
his children left alone in a way
gone wayward in a day
the eldest lives in the world of drugs
makes the others to shrug
the second girl has gone astray
now become sober they say
the youngest is a son
is almost half done
a mixture of both the siblings
beats his wife into the ring
the mother joins him in the fare
the wife unable to bear
walks away from home in disgust
Dharma now is under arrest
that be the end of the story
sounds it not a little hoary
yet it is most recent
from people not decent
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The Dumb Doll
I know a sincere woman
so kind and loving
devoted to her husband
doted on her children
was held not with pride by him
treated with a slightest care
thought her to be innocent
more like a dumb doll
paid no attention to her wish
while she to restorethe husband’s health
borrowed heavily in silence
repaid every pie doing handwork
did a mistake by not procuring
the promissory note from the borrower
who black mailed her at times
finally the husband came to know
reprimanded her without mercy
bade her to walk out in the night
as all good things happen late
the borrower changed his mind suddenly
gave back the note to her
the husband calmed down
the woman by now had become suave
she bid adieu and walked out straight
into the open big world
to find herself born again
the dumb doll became a clever lady.
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The Squabble
There being no answer
the ring going on for long
creates a disturbance with fear
the mind could not rest
the heart jumps out
a slight suspicion runs through
that there being a squabble
the husband who is perfect
the wife being over enthusiastic
their egos clash periodically
quarrels rise up now and then
with the man repeating the accusations
the wife repenting and crying
this being the routine so far
the call not answered
sends a chill down the spine
hope my surmise goes wrong.
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The Man And Wife
There be a fight between man and wife
it had been all through in their life
the man being in an enviable position
the woman too behind him in all decision
never had they spent one night peaceful
quarrelling and making life doleful
with both of them having lot of brains
but every time there was a strain
so they lived for years together
with no understanding rather
One day the shout rose high
the wife wrote a letter and cried
she went to sleep in her hotel room
the night predicted a doom
as the man slipped from the highest floor
fell down dead before the door
there came an end to their fight
while the woman cried the whole night
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A Grand Old Lady.
A lady I know
fat and plump she grew
dark and ordinary she looked
but she was hooked
unknowingly in a young age
by a man not a sage
but who was filled with vices
being faithful in her otherwise in ties
she lived a life with him
bearing his children not dim
all the seven were brought up
she having inherited wealth topped up
by revenue from her father’s estate
lived a regal life with her husband
who was a tom boyish but grand
a play boy but had status
earned not a single cent
but extended a kindly bent
remaining hospitable all through life
she supporting him in all his strife
while he was down and fallen sick
she nursed him with the loveliest care quick
having lost him now at the ripe years
she is mostly confined to the chair with tears
counting her days to get away
having gone through the full circle in a sway.
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The Power Of Love.
A call in the early hours
came from a senior lady
not for anything serious
but for a help really
though not a very big obligation
nor an expensive deal rather
being a small purchase in supposition
that of a zari dhoti in grandeur
she still is overseeing meticulously
the husband’s need in detail
wanting to complete his wardrobe carefully
with this special buy in retail
loving to see him attired so finely
for the forthcoming festival
Diwali the one of lights mainly
expressing her love for him subtly.
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The Deal —-Feminism At The Back
There erupts a tease
there emanates a fleece
it is a deride
it is a high bide
being a woman
is but inhuman
as she is at stages
under her father till an age
then her husband takes the reign
followed by the sons in all signs.
The fatherly role is too authoritative
with a strict approach tentative.
The dictator is the husband
getting her dancing to his loud band
while the son plays a self-conceited game
putting I before all in no shame.
The girl, wife and mother
with no pride in her feathers
with mouth shut and eyes downcast
plays second fiddle to everything fast
that being the fate of the woman
wherein she is a graceful human
as long as she goes by the male’s domination
once she revolts and rebels
she has to move with a label
a shrew with a vicious ambition.
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