Acquaintance and Neighborhood

This is not a tale, my friends, this is as true as the truths, Could I say, it's the pathos of, a pair of insane youths? Aftab Poonewala, the boy; Shraddha Walkar, the girl, Both 'lived-in' long relationships and pleasures seemed to curl. Did neighbors know the couple's inside world? God alone knows, Everything seemed like cream on Christmas cakes, the story goes. ===== === Quarrels erupted betwixt them like sudden volcanoes, These are, often, extinguished, yet, as sounds of pianos. Marriage used to be the talk sometimes; or fidelity; Fighting tooth and nail, they slept as though in enmity. ===== === As the days went by, Shraddha Walkar was not seen around, Aftab Poonewala was, often, with other girls, found. When genuine doubts mounted like the highest of mountains, Aftab found the truths splashing out like Artesian fountains. Having been cornered, his crime of murder Aftab confessed, Revealed, truth after truth, having, by authorities, pressed. Sliced her into thirty-five pieces; kept them in the fridge. Threw one piece per night, into a ridge past the jungle bridge. ===== === New truths are unfolded each day like petals of new blooms, As and when the law, on its vivacious spheres, justly zooms...!!! (This report is filed by ANI news service. India. The legal suit is on) 15 February 2023 Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet