Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Infidelity - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I live in a colony.
It's a hive of bees, full of honey
But the nectar, where does she sleep?
While descending my stairwell,
On every Saturday,
I see the three bhabhi's chatting away.
Bhabhi is a misnomer, because they married by brothers
They are younger to me and I like their thunder.
I like one of them, she is saucy and quite a dame,
Always conscious of her flesh, and never minds being fresh,
I often think what she does under then sink?
When at nights I sleep, how does her bed feel?
But I am thankful she is not mine, all she does is chatter brine,
My wife works day and night, innocently thinking Mumbai is her prime,
A honest effort, a word of prayer, will make the bitch give her sublime.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

To flesh is human, to pine divine, but when it comes to heaven, your wife's the only life line.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013


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