The Easy Catch Poem by DR KUSUMITA MUKHERJEE

The roots were punctured
And visible
The storm had ripped apart
All that lay concealed.

Her story laid bare
For all to scrutiny and pass judgements.
It is just this that she had dreaded and so deferred
Till it no longer could be contained.

It was unmasked before all
The valor he exhibited
On the defenseless body of his wife.
The blows restored his masculinity
That had been blunted.

When he felt powerless outside
He would rage within
And vent his indignation
At the easy catch.

The routine remained unaltered
Till the storm
That changed all
Bereaving him of this only solace.

By Dr Kusumita Mukherjee Debnath