Couples.
The couple who sometimes clean my house came today,
she has a new boyfriend now a nice looking man who work
hard and obey her. I don´t know what happened to her first
boyfriend he suddenly disappeared, rumours has it he was
a bit violent, and my cleaner is not a woman who tolerates
who tolerates that; I think she killed him if found out I will be
a character witness in her defence. “My lord, this woman is
harmless and have firm buttocks under her cleaning outfit.”
It is astoundingly how little we know of people we meet on
our daily life. I met a woman who had been married six times
this was too much baggage for me to shoulder so I left.
George Simenon married his housekeeper who had worked for
him through his many marriages, knowing and just waiting,
and she, a modest femme de ménage, ended up with the loot.
Can I wrap my hand?
Round orb, in this
band,
Can I walk on arid
sand?
As a prisoner desire
to land,
Can I be in
contention?
To my ending love
and attention,
Can you sign this
letter for sanction,
Inside, I sentenced
your detention,
Will my wrath and
anger end,
Can anyone make me
mend,
So I am able to walk
or wend,
As I have nothing to
write and send,
Can you give me a
piece of time,
Nib now dead, So I
begin with the lime,
To write a slaying
tale of love crime,
But contrary to
sime, (Simenon)
But, Now I give up
all this d*mn
misery,
For which I ruined,
a treasury,
So-called love with
all its brutality,
So begin to live
alone fiercely.
And call it quits at
absolute span,
So a balmy turns to
amiable man,
And love hangover
shed lightly,
So I can live alone
slackly.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry