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Her Way


 

I heard her complain about me,

To her pet parrot,

She said,

I had ignored her all day long

As though she did not exist,

That

No longer did I find her interesting

What she said she intended me to hear

And I did.

I did not utter a word,

I showed her the lines I just wrote,

As are before you,

For a moment, she raised her eyes,

And looked at me

Then moved towards the kitchen.

A tease she is

I could read in her eyes.

I let her have her way.

 

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Ravinder Kumar Soni

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