Monday, December 12, 2005

Twisted Tale Of A Housewife


As my boat, I row down the calm lake,
Staring at the ripples caused by my boats wake,
The hard heart in me becomes soft like a cake,
What serenity around me, which no man can make.

Then a gust of wind blew across my boat,
Bowing my hair and my coat,
I take a fresh look at the lake which I dote,
And see a man in who's hands a fishing rod tote.

What a pity to hook a jolly good fish,
A free swimming creature ends up on a dish,
When they swim in their water they looks so swish,
Their death comes even without a last wish.

Like the fish I hope this man meets his end,
For hooking poor little fish, who cannot defend,
In anger a bunch of curses I decided to send,
But soon realised that he was my dear husband.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmmmmmmm.... Very strange

vatsala said...

Excellent!! Touching and had an ironic message.
So the three in the pic must promise, that they will never kill a fish, nor eat it even if someone served it on their dish, no matter who killed it.... :)
Vats