take out one,
the match stick,
head down
and
little above the other end
grip it between thumb
and the right index
finger,
and
jerk a swipe
on the narrow ignition side
of the box.
once,
twice
and third time
you are sure to be through,
even if you are a hard nut
non-smoker,
the match stick thus
lit,
show above the porous face
of the gas burner,
having clock-wise
moved the knob.
your gas is lit.
and
thus,
lesson no 1
over
for all those
grieving husbands
who depend
even
for a cuppa
on the wife
and
are
mortgaged
life time
to her biddings.
..atp..
21.09.2007.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem