Valsa George

After divorce, each sought each one's residence
With taste and decorum, they toiled to improve its ambience
A complete makeover! That was then their pursuance
The new found freedom, was to them, a flower of exotic fragrance
When friends approached them with passionate words of condolence
And urged them for an unconditional compromise,
They announced, marriage was a farce
Neither of them expressed any sense of remorse
And said, their decision was of mutual concurrence
The man found his friends' continued persuasion, a nuisance
And the woman openly resented their interference
Each expected that singleness would grant them a new allowance

But as days passed, they started feeling some annoyance
That gradually grew into deep repugnance
From what has been expected, they found things at variance.
Into their lives, monotony and loneliness were crawling in alliance

The songs they heard, no more had any cadence
The sunsets, they watched didn't have any brilliance
While life around dallied in great ebullience,
For them, it tarried in deep turbulence
Adversities in hordes plagued them like pestilence
And everything around seemed to growl at them in belligerence
Day by Day, they found life going adverse
And their loneliness growing fierce
Deep down, they felt a great annoyance
And longed for an immediate deliverance
(to be continued)