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My Love, How Are You?
by Bijay Kant Dubey
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  I Am The Dead Wife Speaking

Are you happy, happy, happy?
Are you happy?
Who, who are you speaking?
Are you happy, my lord?
 
Who, who are you speaking?
Couldn’t, couldn’t you recognize me?
I am, I am the soul,
Soul, soul, whose soul?
 
Yes, yes, I am the soul of your dead wife,
Dead wife, dead wife.
Dead wife are you?
Why, why are you here?
 
Fear not, fear not, my love,
No wrong shall I do,
You killed me for your extra-marital relationship
But I shall not.
  
I still love you, I have just come to
Hear from you,
How are you, my love,
With the incumbent?
 
Are you happy,
Are you satisfied,
Does she hear you,
Does she care for you?
 
My love, are you happy, are you?
Are you happy and satisfied?
Who, who are you?
Let it go, you will not understand
 
Who, who are you speaking?
I am your dead wife
Standing to know how are you,
How are you, my husband?
 
How are you after torturing me?
How, how are you after eliminating me?
Try not to neglect my son and daughter,
Treat them not as orphans!
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June 09, 2013
More By: Bijay Kant Dubey
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Comment This is just a belated acknowledgement to say a thank you to you for your kind reading of the same for which I am really obliged. Actually, the things happening in our society twitch me for an outlet and I yearn for an expression without willing to cash the painful times as for poetry and my benefit. What is more important is life than poetry and poetic fame. Much has happened and so the gory scenes must stop now. The poem is a parody of that, life in death, death in life. Someone's tears are far valuable than my poetic stanzas leading to the pedestal of fame and glory.

Bijay Kant Dubey
03/31/2014 10:44 AM

Comment Good views about departing soul.Nice emotions.Thank you Sir.Please write
continue.

Nathmal Sharma
06/12/2013 10:21 AM




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