A Pinch of Salt, Indian Marriage

I The spice of life Lasr twenty years and there’s no halt, In all my matters you find fault… One more dear, be quite clear, Twenty and one more year, And we are counting still, You take it when I deal, Tell me if you have any alt. II Rebirth Where in the hell, have you gone dead? Here, dear, the husband showed his head. If there be a rebirth, This was fastest on Earth, And made quicker thanks to wife’s dread! III Let sleeping dogs lie A portrait painter to a man: Your wife so alive paint I can, You’ll feel, she just would walk To you and start to talk…. Let sleeping dogs lie now and then. _______________________________ Limericks |01.08.2023|marriage, humour Poet’s note: These limericks give the taste of a peculiar salt called Indian marriage. It often rubs in the wounds, but still the spice of life all the same. Yea, the ‘life’ of married life without which marriage would look pale. It is this salt that marriages last here. As to the third limerick, here is an apology to my female poet friends. As you know well, poetry is not something to be taken literally. A metaphor’s tone and tenor is not for literal transfer.