“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one.
Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen Oh! That’s what happens when you, Keep postponing it, till it is too late Everyone has moved ahead fast Now, no one wants to marry an old hag.
Happily, she walks away, After a few days, she sits down with me again “Last night”, she says, “He worked till the clock struck twelve” Fallen into the cycle of work, she says.
Of course, he isn’t married that’s why Followed the path his heart desired.
This view of her amazes me and I ask He isn’t married? Isn’t that his fault? Empty and lonely, I remember you had said last.
She waves her hand and says, “Oh! Don’t be foolish” Keen on his career he worked on, You can’t blame a man for a choice well thought of!
Poet’s Note – This is my attempt at acrose poetry. The first letter of every line forms the title of the poem. This poem deals with the issue of gender-bias wherein two colleagues are treated differently because of their gender.
BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me
Look how the sky changes rapidly though as in fazes stopping still the clouds do hoover like above the trees to look we turn our faces dim though the reality seems recollecting our midnight dreams Dark and rampant with the
Like a stingray it stung me tonight the new moon. A live flame lobbing the sparks. The seduction had bypassed the sleezy love of white egrets. When are you going to make a history by failing to fall? Can I