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Poem 348: A husband's humble confession or suspicious mind

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

A husband's humble confession or suspicious mind

I never hate her success.

I never hate her stardom.

I celebrate her success, her stardom...

But I am alone, she has many friends:

no gender bias.

She tells, 'It's your fault...'.

The whole society is calling me-

a patient of depression.


Life is as hard as mountain rock

or as easy as quick sand;

as straight as attention during physical treatment

or as wavy as broken line in geometry;

as great as a winner's crown

or as small as a broken relationship due to false ego;

as clear as broad day light

or as turbid as blind lanes...


What can I do?

© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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