Malaise Poem by Anubhav Tulasi

Malaise



I've spread so arid an atmosphere
that the tears of my wife have dried up
I've kept burning such a fire all the time
that the smile of my wife has burned up
I've created such a high pressure
that her blood circulation has got affected
I've fed her bitters after bitters
that she has gone off salt and sugar
I've set off blast after blast
My wife has lost her voice
In the ultra-modern microwave
I've so toasted my wife
that her mind and body
crumbles even at a rub
For crisp dollars of foreign trade
it is high time to exchange my wife

Friday, November 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: patriotism
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