Husband

Oh! Husband, 

Can't 

You be real uxorious, 

Can't 

You ever 

Do Platonic love 

To your wife, can't you? 

Killing her every emotion, 

Making her 

Kowtow to restrictions, 

Snatching 

Her freedom, 

You 

Fill her life 

With chaos. 

Yes, 

Oh! 

The hero 

Of unsung hypocrisy, 

Can't you give her 

Due respect 

And true caring 

As you render 

To your mother 

And your sister? 

Yes, 

Oh! The pretender, 

Can't you 

Cocoon her 

From the tyranny 

That 

You and your crew 

Impose on her? 

Silently, 

She bears everything, 

Tears drop from eyes, 

But 

No one comes 

To value them. 

Yes,

You break her, 

But 

She never complains,

You show 

Your false grandeur,

But 

She never opposes. 

You never understand 

The power 

Of her cardinal vermilion 

And sacred thread 

That 

She wears for you, 

You never understand her, 

You play 

The nasty game 

Where 

She always 

Kisses the dust 

And you win 

With smug smile.