To That Gullible Wife Who Played The Part Of A Hostess Poem by Sarojkanta Dash

To That Gullible Wife Who Played The Part Of A Hostess



A pox on your hospitality!
My friend is a friend
And let him remain one.
Let our alliance run
For the sake of a classic gap.

He be one at school
Office or in the field;
He is but a bitch’s son
Gulping tea that you made
In my absence.
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