An Earnest Prayer For Every Other Husband On This Earth. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the general condition of the environment around; and as every source of media proclaimed it to be on the ghastly brink of extinction,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the brand new recipes that she'd voraciously browsed through; in every cook-book that she could lay her effervescent hands upon,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the epidemic that'd taken sinister proportions in the society; the horrendously agonizing anecdotes of several in her invincibly close-knit kin,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the overall weather being one of the most acrimonious in the country; and her plans to liberate at the fastest possible to a cherished utopian land,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the current trends of fashion and opulence in the society; and how miserably divested was she of virtually everything on this vast planet,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; how obsolete she perceived me to be-though I was glowing with hard-earned success; just because I'd tread on the path never ever taken before on this planet divine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every move and decision that her revered parents took; at times going to unfathomable depths to solve any familial misunderstandings; whilst I sulked in raw sunshine,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; what an indescribable revolution she would bring in the life of every divested soul alive; by impartially distributing the entire wealth of this planet to all alike,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the gravely unsurpassable amounts of dirt that she'd most tenaciously extricated; from the most obsolete crannies of our already spic-span home,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the inexhaustible myriad of soap operas-game shows-spell binding documentaries; which she'd watched in each spare moment of hers,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the headlines; gossips; spiritual sayings which she'd read in every bookshop; as reading was one of her alltime favorite pastime,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; all those established celebrities and luminaries; all those upon whom the media was extravagantly onto; silencing all in vicinity whilst listening to her favorite star interview,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every like and dislike of our kids; wanting them to accomplish only her unfinished dreams; as she considered every of my talents and works as disdainfully imbecile,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; me being a complete misanthrope and wretched misfit for the society; wholesomely lost and absorbed in my own poetically fantasizing musings,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; my ruining every element of her otherwise victorious life; indescribably denigrating me to lifeless ash whilst comparing me to other husbands in her sight,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; fossils; shells; and virtually every mystical and artificial carving on this Universe; going to painstaking depths to study the elaborate etymology of the same,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; her father's once upon a time 9 to 9 unsparing life; the innumerable droplets of sweat that he'd shed to raise her; whilst all I knew in comparison was staring at insouciant bits of blue sky,

Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the stories that her friends; followers and well wishers had recounted to her; and how desperately did she want to make an enlightenment into every aspect of their bizarrely hapless and solitary lives,

And whilst I appreciated and respected all her talk; O! how I wished and wished and wished; that atleast a line out of the infinite she spoke to me was asking me as to what I did in the entire day; asking me to recite the fervent lines of my poetry on all creations of the Lord; asking me as to how the rhythm of my tender heart felt?

Anyways; though I knew it was virtually impossible for it to happen this way -naturally and of her own accord in this life; I earnestly pray to you O! Omnipotent Lord; to make it happen in every other impoverished husband's life; so that unlike my sole urge to die this very instant out of sheer indifference; he feels more ardently than
ever before; to be reborn again and again and again.