A Wife's Complaint Poem by Subrata Ray

You are my husband,
And by that social tie,
You possess my body,
You tame my psychic,
And keep me as riding bike.

Ah! My Fate, I am repressed,
My vitality bears, in vain,
Your dead and shroud.
You are my husband
In the day light crowd.
My fiery hopper needs fuel,
Hi, no volcano in the duel.

Beyond your face-spring,
The frozen winter dwells,
And my wild -lust fasts,
Abed, beside your mummy.

The unwritten contract of wed-lock,
Remains thirsty of its bio-psychic talks.
Oh! Love, you have no drink from empty cup!