He was mesmerized by her leer
and he cannot take his eyes away.
She never let him go to his hermitage
and he feels like strangulation.
' I am very strange to the love' he said meekly.
She showed her mellow heart
and he forgot that he is a hermit.
His meditation is over
and they tangled each other.
He found the heaven.
She still in her dreams
and he woke up in the morning.
How can he go back to the monastery?
and he is worried about his misdeed.
She woke up and grumbled,
'Leave your dogma aside and try to find a job
we need money to live together.
Electricity bills, water bills and so many arrears were due,
do not try to run away and you are belongs to me now.'
He was disgusted and he thinks
Is this the heaven or hell?
In life there are many questions, but very few answers. Very thought provoking, Nimal. Sandra
The irony of domestic life. Great sketch Nimal. I've been in prison for 39 years, she calls it home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cynical view of life my friend. Written so well and with such mastery that anything is forgiven. The logical flow of this poem is great; containing a humour that is never far from the eye.