Uh! No control on
my shaking legs to the drums,
The bangles of my
new wife chime to distract
The rhyming anklets
does accord with toe-ring’s music
A gravitational
pull, I’ve to preen me in the mirror
It’s time to check
my kajal smudged eyes and lipstick
Do the T-shirt and
jeans play a jealous spoilsport?
Look at the
saree-clad glam dolls and the earrings
Let me help die
down my voice suggesting fripperies.
A dejected mute
spectator, I’m
Uf, I feel fettered
all around
An affected accent
to impress,
A carefully
premeditated gesture and posture
‘Mustache and
stubble’ to mock the world
A clinically
detached hubby’s role on earth
All the world’s a
stage, Shakespeare says,
Am I right or wrong
I know not.
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