Just for your glance
This poem is about a wife who waits for her husband
To have a tete a tete with him. But ………
he has no time for all these in middle of his busy work schedule.
In this poem the wife tries to woo her husband
from …….. Who is she? Just find out
Just for your glance!
Just for a glance from you, longingly I wait,
Spreading my charms with coffee and a brownie as a bait,
Indubitably I will draw your intense gaze towards me, I thought,
With indomitable spirit I put on the blusher and the perfume that you bought!
You came, you had a wash, to wash the residue of the outside world,
Gulping my brownie and sipping the coffee immersed in her world,
I have waited all day, longing to have a rendezvous with you,
For I am the one who is legally wedded and true,
Muttering, grumbling, clattering and reddening,
Nothing seems to draw you from her colorful chattering,
Without blinking your fingers caress her in a trance,
While I wait, just to have a word or least a sideways glance.
I know with you she burns the midnight lamp,
Smitten by her,you are welded to her, like a clamp,
Dusk has gone and night has brought the moonlight,
After the errands, I wanted to have dinner in candle light,
She is like a Trojan that has wiped out my desires and dreams,
The children have slept after their play and delighted screams,
With your tired eyes immersed in her files, and folders forever bright,
You slept with your hand stretched comfortably in her sight!
The mouse, whimpered and disturbed your noisy dreams,
While you drag yourself to cozy bed with satisfied gleam,
As for me one more night trails off, with emotions unexpressed,
Words lost and mind distressed in a world that is stressed,
News papers and magazines, mobiles and now laptop,
I have lost you to gadgets and new inventions that pop
Who can wage a war against these ………….
They interrupt our lives with ease!
A little you, a little time, a little glance that’s all I need,
Time together, with our little starlets as we agreed,
Little warmth, little memories that’s all I cherish,
To live the dream woven together, before we perish!
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