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Tired she ever since I retired
For long who’d been my better half
Has now become my bitter half--
Bitter, my autumns sing
Of fantasies of spring…
She now a bull, ere a mere calf
Who feels (or feigns) she’s tired
Ever since I retired,
And to smirk's turned what was her laugh.
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Happenings | 24.07.2025 | humour, life, wife
Note: She has, I would like to feel, nothing against my poetic journey as such, but that my poems fetch not a penny.
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Aniruddha Pathak
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