When seeing the other men showing
Their hands to him,
I too poked in
With my hand outstretched
And it was my turn to hear him
Smilingly
And with fear
When said he about the tragedies and accidents,
Bad omens,
Smiled I
When said he about the lines
Of having two wives
But hesitated I in keeping,
I mean introducing to the public
At the same time
Or say feared I
In thinking about the quarrels ensuing
In between two wives,
My dropping passion
Got a boost up
When asked he to do karma
And warned me of friends
And their company
And the wasting of time.
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