Deepak Sawhney (10 Dec 50 / DehraDun, India)
A sweet obsession
She is talking to me, nine to a dozen
I say…ah all’s well, why the obsession?
Nag, nag, nag…she goes on and on
I hide; under the pillow I am gone.
She says, dummkopf I see you, it has to be my way
I ask, ‘sweetheart’, is it yours or the highway?
To her persistence, I must doff
A passing thought – should I run off?
As yet I still haven’t understood
The cause of her tirade, is it bad or good?
In my ribs I suddenly feel a nudge
Do I have a choice but to budge?
Suddenly…an abrupt end, total silence
I am spared…the perfect ambience
She by default having found it, has started her chocolate session
Merciful ‘Lord’, thank you for her irresistible obsession.
For the love of life, I guess I’ll never know what it was all about
What is certain, I would have been a goner if in return I did shout.
I assume I must keep guessing
Sometimes obsessions could be a blessing.
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