My dad with ten heads,
Ten brains for each one, had
Fetched me a groom in black
Spilling all his brainy riches.
And we poured thousands
On a computer
My mom with a thousand mouths,
Of course, too busy to be literate
Never spared a word of news that
All the US software is in my hubby’s hands!
On the ‘first night’ he said,
I’m his ‘second’ wife.
Lo! Before I could collect my wits,
He joked, ‘computer’ was his first!
Heavens won’t fall-
I said to myself,
Enough time I have
To set his computer right
After landing in the US of A.
Pickle bottles and all sealed safely
Pat came he back from the states
As a loose lotus stem pricked from the pond
Being ‘fired’!
Well, heavens won’t fall-
We said to ourselves,
One can live Hi-Tech even in Cyberabad
The car, dad’s gift
Always in office –parking,
Going our all alone
To any function,
His address- email- ID
Speaking to him, well- the chatting site!
Me? At the end, no ID of my own
Who? I buy jasmines myself, who else?
For whom? For my own pleasure! What else?
If he is wedded to the computer
So am I, cohabiting with it.
How long does the anesthesia of money last?
Half his salary goes to
Tax free policies and some to
Influencing people.
May be, hubby means-
One who visits a dream,
Leaves before it’s gone.
When he comes, the date changes.
No problem!
But If I touch him, then
Says he –
Not today, please!
Tomorrow, may be!!
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Translated by ‘MO’
