[•][•] A drop of curse.....! •••[by Govind]•••••••••••••
[Based on a true incident. A familiar story that you may have witnessed around you. The poetry is about the drudgery of some Indian women who express their rancour in the following ways. The poem talks about the sarcasms of a lady for her husband, who took a concubine, as she couldn't gift him a son. Hope it touches you.]
Damn you man! Scorn to your ability, do sneer your audacity. Had you tried, could have won my heart, my body!
Damn you man! Disdain is your machoness! You too have a mother, sisters and daughters If one derides them, wilt thou bear??
Damn you man! contempt to your moustache, who couldn't please a lady. Didn't read my face you bloody!
Damn you man! Gone is the era, it exists no more I'm not the one who hides behind doors I'm not the one who sheds all tears. Scoff you, Oh! Devil, had prisoned me maid.
Damn you man! Am not a creeper dependent know to fill my belly, yeah I can. Ready to wash dishes rubbish ready to head bricks layers.
Damn you man! Who cares your wealth in hectares Who cares your rice with butter!
Damn you man! Do blaspheme you husband unbearable all your offence your slaps quite unmeek wham! hit my soft cheeks.
Damn you man! Brought a wife second, broke the noble bond. All it had been an obloquy that I couldn't gift you a son.