Two Facets
One lady whispers to her friend
this marriage I am going to end,
husband doesn't talk for three months.
'What a peaceful life you have! ' other said.
'How this happened would you narrate? '
In fact, a big box in car garage he kept,
never opened before me in two years.
To know the mystery I was curious.
Once I opened and saw one painting
and five thousand dollars laid therein.
When I asked the mystery, he whispered
he had a vow, if kiss elseone after marriage
he would paint a picture.
I forgave him for one but when asked
about those dollars
he said ‘Darling! I have sold few others'.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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