Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


'Will You Divroce Me, Will You Divorce Me? Divorce, Divorce Now, ' Said She


Will you divorce me, will you divorce me? ,
Divorce you, divorce you me now,
Said she quietly,
As was smiling to put before
As well as was sobbing from her within,
Which but she made it reflect not,
But was weeping from her within,
A girl so simple and so sentimental,
Innocent and ignorant,
But the gentleman egoistic and hypocritical,
A modern hollow man,
An urban city-dweller.

Will you divorce, divorce me,
Will you not return back again,
Have you chosen a girl for yourself,
How is she? ,
She was asking,
Shaking the corpse of the dumb lover
To respond it.

Submitted: Saturday, July 05, 2014

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