Tell Me What Was To Be Done Poem by Purusottam Chuli

Temperature in me kept rising
in geometrical progression
And she went on gossiping
in geometrical progression too;
Tell me, what was to be done?

Was it not a dying situation
Or feeling like living dying?
Tell me, what was to be done?

My frustration bade me for deserting;
After some steps, she embraced calling;
Tell me, what was to be done?

No way out but returning,
Then, she asked about my saving;
Tell me, what was to be done?

Last time, her hands held me tight;
When I was about to reciprocate—
She asked about the other women in my life.
Tell me, what was to be done?