If there is difference
of opinions between
me and my wife,
my wife stops
talking with me
for hours together.
I go to office
in disturbed state of mind.
I return from office
and act a bit.
I sit on a chair
in sorrowful mood
as if I have been
attacked by someone
When my wife
approaches me
I ask her
to fetch a glass of water
and pretend to have
got work pressure.
She consoles me
to take things easily
and offers me snacks
and starts talking with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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