Divorce

They walked hand-in-hand along the sea shore,
Ran chasing each other on sand for time unaware,
Enjoyed ice cream, dry fruits like love birds,
Added, subtracted, multiplied and divided all they heard
About the age-old relationship of man and women.

They reached their lovely nest, 'A sweet home' of dreams,
But she sobed in his arms, 'Wanted to break', 'can't go like this'.
He was not surprised, but never left to enquire why?
She said, 'you never beat me, kicked me, nor made me cry,
But I wrote not in vain, to the cell of women'.

Hurried he to the door, rammed and locked it with a force,
Took his lovely belt, swung it at her more than once,
He went on and on till she bleed and kicked her more than twice,
Slammed on her lovely cheek and never left to write
With a lighted cigar on her breast, 'the women'.

At last, he took her in his arms, kissed her, said in whisper,
'Not that I loved you less, but I never want you to be a lair'.
And he walked out without even turning back to look at her.
Later, a razor went through her vains, he hanged with the vale of her.
That is how they sinned as a 'Man and Women'.