When I go to the market, to bring something,
My soul listens to a calling ring.
Often I stop at a shop of snacks or sweets,
And purchase some thing to listen to the tweets,
Of a beautiful bird who is free to sky,
But she does not fly, I don't know why?
And prefers the cage, as her lovely home,
With all her outrage, reading verses of a tome,
Not talking with me, watching TV all alone,
Either lying on the bed or busy on the phone,
She was never like this, but now she is sick,
Her BP often high, she is burning like a wick,
A patient of thyroids, her son is away,
Misbehaved by wife of her son every day,
Although I cook food for me and my wife,
Helpless she cries, after every-day-strife,
Not happy with me, being her spouse,
I couldn't give her a peaceful house,
And this house belongs to my son not me,
We cannot escape although we are free.
I worked honestly and worked too hard,
I haven't got yet my God's reward.
Leave it anyway, I purchase something,
For the bird many things I cannot bring,
When I give it to her, she smiles with her writ,
I was thinking of it but didn't tell it.
The sad tale of this lady is quite absorbing....It seems you enjoy listening to her 'twitter'
Its really sad to hear this. The bitter truth story of life. But as a poem it an excellent one. I really like your poems very much. You are a great poet indeed. My best wishes are always with you. Ruma
Dear brother, Your way os description is always very different. Too close to the realities of life. Thanks for your appreciation of my poem.
A sad tale of stern reality.Your style of narration is magnetic.It can easily drag us to the end.
A touching poem.............................................................
In a sense I am also a defeated woman. But I was defeated by my love and I enjoyed my defeat. It is a nice lovely poem.
Beautifully you have portrayed this poem, though reality but a sad one...Liked reading it.
this is a really good poem. Life has been hard, but you are there with her, that is what matters...I hope and pray that life turns around for better for both of you...
May be too sad, but still i find a little ray in it when I see you stand by her...... very nice brother Akhtar ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem poet seems to be highly experinced! !