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Poetry
Sizzling life of a Mumbai's couple !
Tasneem Nasrulla
SIZZLING LIFE OF A MUMBAI'S COUPLE !
The first rays of sun are out and it's another day at dawn;
Wonder who will win today the life's game of chess with it's pawn.
The door rings by constantly in a row;
It is the newspaperwalla, the dudhwalla & the bai who first kneads the dough.
The husband is busy pressing his shirt;
He asks his wife what is for breakfast & lunch and her answer is curt.
The tiffin’s are packed & the goodbyes are not to miss;
A peck on their cheeks is what defines their morning kiss.
To their varried offices both the couple rush;
oh! no the wife checks her purse and discovers she has forgotten her hair brush.
The journey in the Mumbai locals is like a daily fight;
Oh! just imagine all the commuter's plight.
He is late by thirteen minutes and gets a late mark;
And today he has to do overtime till dark.
It's lunch time & gossip is at it's brim;
Oh! today he notices his colleague looks pretty and trim.
Those five days march on with much more;
By Friday eve. he has praised his colleague so much that he has a throat that is sore.
It's Saturday morning and the various chores list is long;
The TV is blarring with his wife's favourite song.
The wife demands she has to go shopping as she is getting a promotion next week;
The husband wonders whose help can he seek.
It's again time for the weekend fireworks you see;
He gets fed up & lights a cigarette while sipping some tea.
It's Saturday night and party fever is high;
He gets annoyed at his wife whose skirt is not covering her thigh.
The couple with friends go to a disco and make merry.
the bartender serves the cocktail with a cherry.
its past midnight and the partying never ends.
The husband gets naughty & to go home a signal she sends.
Sunday morning is a feeling full of laziness;
After so many drinks its all haziness.
This is the story of so many couples in today's world and also in our town.
Who love to enjoy their independence right down.
It's six years since the wedding bells rang;
But not a sign of any lullabies to be sang.
Should we blame the urbanization with it's fast growing pace?
Or we name it as some other cruel case!
By
Tasneem Nasrulla