She left a life for a mystical different one,
For him, her husband, the very someone;
To support him as family for a house to home to shine,
What he can only think is car, sensex and sparkling wine;
My friends and family is all left behind, I unwind,
I share and say all; he does not utter his mind.
All shopping, household work goes off in complain catch,
“You clean too much”, says he, “I miss my Sunday match”;
I wait all long, for the evening, for him, for us to be,
He comes, a cup of tea and newspaper, is all he see;
She is thinking; want to say so much again,
About the life, choice, all small-big gain;
Smiles she, on buzz of phone, takes in hand,
“I will be late”, answers he,like a “caring husband”.
-Tushar
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