I knew you disliked
Always barked
At little pretext
I kept silent and wait for the next
You are unreasonable
And crate trouble
Still I try to forget and rye to patch
But you are still beyond my reach
I always suspected your action
You added some intoxication
To make me suffer under liquor’s influence
Such is your revengeful stance
I know about lunch and dinner
But I dislike the bad odor
It gives me different smell
Which otherwise I never wanted to spell
I know you are wishing me to die
And for that you are making desperate try
But let me assure you for befitting reply
I shall lie low with closed eyes
An objective portrayal of a woman in an Indian middle class or a rural family. So many instances get published but the majority of cases are never reported or discussed in open but we can't ignore that they are there. Thanks for raising a voice on their behalf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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