After Getting Married For The Second Time Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

After getting married for the second time, how has he changed
And his wife, both of them, husband and wife,
Changing colours like the chameleon
As they do go on.

When she had been alive, I mean the poor, humble and simple lady,
How uncaring had he been, how much unloving
As she used to care for the whole household
And he used to remain indulged in his.

But with the change in time how has he changed
Looking coloured-coloured,
Painted, dyed and goggles-wearing
That fail we to recognize him.

Who is the man ask we in curiosity,
But he is the same man whose beloved wife left the world
And by her pyre promised he
Before the public that he would never marry again.

But with the change in time how changed he that broke he the promise
Of never marrying again
And married he
The poor maiden

Who but now strutting, walking on tiptoe,
Making the children work,
Carrying the new-born,
Giving not food to the step son and daughter.

Like the new magistrate on chair sits she and chats,
The husband fans the earthen oven, the villagerly hearth
By pushing cow dung cakes, dry leaves and woods
And the step-daughter keeps she making food.

Like some Indian guru she will sit and eat first
Then her step-son and daughter,
That too the small daughter will give rice to him in hiding
And bread-loaf after stealing it.

Time too is as such that it keeps watching and waiting for,
Let her step-son grow,
Everything will come into the control of
Through the tussle of power.