The Bout Poem by Krunal Pandya

“You ruined me! “– bellowed him
She was on a sofa with a magazine in her hands
Erected she her back with a surprise on her face
He ran almost like a rat in jeans
Held her firmly from her hands
Thrashed her head on the table breaking the ash tray
Cried she with red on her face and lipstick fade
Then with a strong hold on her hair he pushed her hard
And dragged towards the toilet at the end
Tucking her head inside the bowl, he flushed the water out
Screamed she aloud with a rosy wet face stinking with grief
Inspired from the boxing bout on TV, he rammed a punch of her fair face
Kick followed right on her perfect rear grace
Like a hungry Chihuahua, he bit her on her face
Cigarettes and hard rock followed, loud enough to forget his sorrow
Her t-shirts are now his tissues and jeans shoe-brush
Lipsticks are fed to dogs and perfumes mixed in rum
Their sweet memories only survived inside their little photo frame
He kept it, loved it, never broke and preserved till the end