Sundays Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Sundays
On Sundays
Instead of
Staying with
His wife, he
Would come
To our home
Perhaps his
Wife was a
Nagging wife
His home
Wouldn't
Feel like a
Home, so he
Would come
To our home
Nagging wives make their homes uncomfortable for their husbands. Beautiful poem...10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and rating
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4/28/2024 9:42:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sad way to spend Sundays.Good poem