For your routine morning walk and temple visit en-route,
This is contrary to your principle and self imposed discipline,
Too against the yardstick with which you measure others personality.
Your abigail wanted to share some serious talks about the academics of her son,
Desiring your precious counsel and expecting an encouragement from you in that matter,
But you affirmed and denied her words inattentively just by nodding your head,
Stunning and puzzling her, exposing the series of explosion going on inside your heart.
The milkman leaves the packets, the vendor the newspapers on your door step,
Those you used to pick up on your way back from your morning walk,
However today you overlooked them and did not take your morning tea,
May be you did not feel the urge but surprisingly it didn't cause a headache to you.
Kids dressed in school uniform shouted on their breakfast table,
As they are well acquainted with your punctuality care and affection,
But who would have questioned you? They know your anger!
Their hesitant murmuring drew your attention, you toasted bread and prepared omelet.
Its midday and time to prepare lunch but you are on the couch,
With the laptop in your hands, lo behold you are not writing anything,
Instead you are playing cards and killing time, which is totally against your nature,
You ever-busy lady, what happened to your meticulous mastery of time?
Of late, reluctantly and under compulsion you moved to the kitchen,
Drew the basket of the fridge and chopped all the vegetables robotically,
Undoubtedly something was cooked, Pradipta should say boiled, you knew what,
Your kids kept guessing the root of this incongruity, as they knew is not obvious of you.
Forced by the late night writing habits and morning walk before the sunrise,
You use to take rest for an hour or two after the lunches, before getting to the pen,
But you are watching devotional channels in the television this afternoon,
Though your sleepy eyes are fixed on the screen, your mind is roaming inside your soul.
The evening rituals of worships in your home temple is absent from your routine today,
Its dinnertime and you are on the couch, until your younger daughter distracted you,
"Mom, what's in the supper?" "Oh! ya sure darling" and you served the remains of the lunch,
"I am not good health today to work baby, try to manage with it.for me" you explained.
Being girls, their instinctive compromising nature cooperated you,
They adjusted with the left outs and went to the bed without questioning you,
But you are still on the sofa switching off all the lights of the drawing room,
And immersed deep in the memories those are flashing in your mind.
No doubt you are active but absent everywhere all day long,
Organs of your body are open, in action except your brain and heart,
This is not because you are introvert but because you are crying inside,
For your interactions of the last night with your soulmate, lover-boy.
You should know whatsoever you got is precisely your own destiny,
An honest and straightforward man will be a bit rough outside but soft inside,
Neither of you can flee from a situation, relationship that God created and both of you vowed,
Hence, get up the next morning, he must be waiting, greet him with a positive mindset and be happy.
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