Life can be hell with third factor
She is there in this important sector
Nothing goes in order or working well
Life could prove to be simple but a living hell
We are tempted to have extra martial affairs
Can’t show or move in public as ideal pairs
Someone may term her as a spare wheel
Very awkward situation one may always feel
We can’t go on blaming the fate
Situation might have developed very late
One is visibly moved and think how to state
No one but self has to assess and rate
Life is compared to active volcano
Erupting at a time difficult to know
Colossal damage and disruption in life
Only tears are left for weeping wife
No one is sure but definitely trap is laid
Not little or single word of praise is said
When it comes to fore, rocks the world
Relation strained and developing cold
“What on earth are you weeping dear”
My feet became wet with falling of tear
My close friend was shivering with fear
Unbearable discomforts he couldn’t wear
He had all along developed relation
Ventured into it with little hesitation
Life had become prestige and joke
Illicit relation had surfaced with thick smoke
He couldn’t hide it with nothing to speak
Had committed grave error to sneak
No one may help or come to his rescue
Punishment for him was in fact over due
We may find ourselves in alien land
No one can blame it for unseen hand
We are to be blamed and no one else
You will be simply reduced to rubbles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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