I vowed to be a loving consort,
Thru’ thick and thin,
An emotional comfort,
So I wash and clean
And cook,
Forgetting to stop and look…
That desire in your eyes,
Which like a flickering flame,
Wasted and frazzled
As I retire to bed…
Night sneaks to claim
Where you lay,
From me,
Taking you far, far away!
Then, a reflection so strange,
Implores me to change…
So I primp and preen
A fragrant room,
And Satins so clean
Ah, and I see the fires
Burn up again so bright…
Love and longing
Filling the night…
My Metamorphosis………….

(How do I change habit?)


About Shoma Abhyankar

I believe "Life is short and the world is wide"and travel is best possible solution to make the best of this life. I am Shoma Abhyankar. Welcome to ASTONISHING INDIA
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One Response to Metamorphosis….

  1. 🙂 .. women think too much man! Greek God , flowers, chocolates.. or whatever are those coming your way. Chill maro! Zyada nahi sochne ka!


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