A failed lover of a middle class Bengali girl
Hypocritical and egoistic,
Poking the fire into a blaze,
Speaking sweetly
By mixing sugar and molasses,
But pinning and perforating from underneath
Think I blankly
About the skies crashing over,
Relationships breaking.
Had it been the shepherd girl, it would,
Would have been good
Rather than this middle classy critical Bengali wife
Setting the house on fire,
Provoking and instigating
After putting one after another.
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