A Nuptial Tale
“Why d’you take so much care? Why don’t you dump her altogether?”
That’s the question they ask me for the umpteenth time and more.
She lies upon her bed; her blank stares pierce the mirror in front of her
The immovable torso that she has been accursed with lay facing the door
Twenty years ago met a beautiful girl with the man she liked
The courtship period soon passed by, the marriage was solemnized
Wedding guests had a sumptuous meal, everyone was satisfied
The fairy tale began; the new couple merry, their life was prized
Perhaps you thought the fairy tale would survive? Heck, no—
Two years later we were on a hilly terrain ride
Squall and thunder, a great boulder suddenly had a go
The car slipped and somersaulted; seconds later a tide
Gripped me by awe, my beautiful girl was in a pool of blood
She survived; only to be left in such a ruin
I was dumbstruck; had a great pain to evade the flood
Of public sympathy, anyway once again made ‘our’ life a-going
Since then we have been living here, people ask me why
I haven’t dumped her; left her at her own fate
People are crazy, their pokes and nudges should be kept at bay
Have you been answered? Well now I think am getting late
Several miles downtown my mistress’ bed is prepared; she must be looking my way
Copyright © Prasenjit Banerjee | Year Posted 2014
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