Miss Gingerly And Mr Capsicum Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

They knew her for pretty long and well
Fair and lovely, fit and obstinate,
Long legs, comely smile and measured gait,
Managed never to cross the average weight,
Not exactly beautiful, Yet could cast a spell
On all men between teen and the grave.

Some soft-ware lad badly did handle
His own project, seeing this brisk lass -
Chance meeting and glances over spectacle-glass,
Came his love appeal in a dramatic bass;
She smiled and nodded as the candle
Flickered on her face and shinning eyes!

Not many days passed and they began
Shouting, clawing, posing and pecking ego;
Each was wrong; but none thought so......
Something was missing, but how to know?
Who had to yield- the wife or the man?
Gestures and shouts turned into fights!

Throws and wild sporting, with pillows or pots
And the sleepless hours, days dry- - -
Things toppled and did scattered lie;
Frowns, lip curves and cry and sigh!
Then, set apart and joined the singled lots,
Never again to seek peace or pleasure!

If ties be enlivened with a cardinal smile
Honouring the opposites that effected the attraction,
Integers would not then be a fraction;
Content is sought in such a strange concoction
Of the strong and weak, the lofty and the vile:
Moments make life, as droplets form an ocean!

Disobedience apart, Reason poses anew: who is to blame
For the Fall - Adam, Eve, the Fruit or Satan?