Garbage Hall

Not only house turns into a garbage hall

But paintings on the wall also

Speak with a frowny face

From each corner, you shall face extreme chase.

 

Her absence is extremely felt

No fragrance is smelt

There is no drop of utensils in the kitchen

And no gas is also on.

 

As I am a novice in food preparation

I don’t know what can be termed as ration.

I used to lump sum money in her hand

She was pulling me through it up to an end of the month.

 

 Oh! I find no towel

The trouser is hanging on wall hanger

Nothing is traceable with one attempt

“Why did she go in her parent’s home?” I thought.

 

Now I realize why we become yes man

And she has formidable position as the best woman

I finish her demand at first call

Let no one listens to her raised voice across the wall.