Three-Year Itch Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Cooing, courting, marriage seems divine bliss;
Honeymoon gone kiss feels like cobra's hiss,
Ash filled old fire, low get returns,
A three-year itch prickled flesh churns,
When stoked, fuelled, new passion burns,
And ere you know it topsy turns,
You might point a finger at that or this,
But villain on blame's a conjugal miss!
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Divorces are on the rise by the day. The seven-year itch seems to have now narrowed down to three years. Though they are still low in India, there has been a perceptible rise in divorces caused by a villain called incompatibility.
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Happenings | 06.08.07 |