The Bond
Constant companion is
tactful silence
Voicing one’s thoughts will
upset the ambience
Of domestic harmony,
sharing and giving.. Views there
may be, but not for airing
Earn your keep, that is the
warning.
Toil, be quiet, be
happy and nodding To every vacillation
and every mood swing.
Remember, you’re to
me beholden
For your name, way of life,
even if the path is not golden.
I may be faithless,
vain and weak But yours is surely
not a right to seek
Equality, respect, peace of
mind and sleep
Free of torment and the realisation
that your love was bought cheap.
Contributing Poet -
Damayanti Mukherjee, An educator by profession, prefer spending
time reading scribbling and drinking coffee! dam.babs@gmail.com
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