Theme: Satire

Post-Modern Poem

Today too I shall be late for my office.
Doesn't matter; my Director too gets late these days.
He sleeps with a gal half his age these days.
His wife and daughters have deserted him.

I take off my clothes.
I want to go to Osho's ashram.
I want to sleep with Poonam.
I am fifty. Poonam is thirty.
She is in my office.

I go to the bathroom.
The bathroom of my flat and my neighbour's are back to back.
Light enters through the skylight askance.

My neighbour is a couple past their youth.
They are childless. Married fifteen years.
Who is deficient?
The man or the spouse?
The spouse has a beautiful body.
Is she taking a bath too
on the other side of the wall?
Who takes bath first?
The man or the wife?

I rub bodywash in my private parts,
arm-pits, neck and face.
Do my Director and his live-in bathe
before or after they make love!

My wife and son live away from me.
She earns more than me.
We meet weekly over dinner.
I and my spouse are happy.
Son adores me.
He comes over occasionally to me.
Not my wife.
But I do not go to any whore.
Shall I fresco the bathroom walls
with copies of Khajuraho sculptures!

Bath over,
I am ready for another day.


More By  :  Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

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