An Experiment With The Bengali Wife- -A Failed Relationship Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

An Experiment With The Bengali Wife- -A Failed Relationship



Bengali love, it is difficult to adjust with,
One keeping a very poor health,
Sentimental and selfish,
Self-centred and parochial,
Narrow and hollow.

An interior designer and a beautician,
An opera girl, a theatre artiste,
A drama girl in her make-up, dress-up,
One of the fair and the stage,
She cannot live in the house.

A hosteller and a hotelier,
A boarder and a changer,
A tourist and a traveler,
She is of her mood and mentality,
Nagging and bragging.

To take non-vegetarian diet her nature,
Fish or meat,
Eggs like white fruits,
But to complain against,
Talk of health problems
Her life,
The bowels almost upset,
Piles troubling the self.

To criticize and complain her nature,
To lose temper on trifle things,
To sprinkle salt on wounds,
To hurt and wound through
Overtones and undertones,
To screw and tighten the nut,
Inflate and deflate the tyre her nature.

My language a matter of joke for her,
My culture and tradition, heritage and goodness,
Her parents own,
Mine to be sent to old man homes
And rehabilitation centres,
Speaks she sweetly,
But works for the ouster of all foreign elements.



A lady typical and critical, she cannot be of others,
A middle classey girl
She can leave her husband’s home
For service and career,
Money and own fatherly love,
She will quarrel with them
But will live them.

To pooh-pooh and fie-fie all the time
Her small mentality and temperament,
A small man she can never be big,
Knows how to rag, heckle and harass
And torture mentally,
Setting the house on fire,
She will like to see smilingly.

Hers is an artificial living
And a mechanical thinking,
A relationship based on money,
Vested interests,
To pin and boycott
And hoot out her nature,
To outwit and befool.

Her son and daughter too cannot move a bit
Without her permission,
To partition the house her first priority
Through friction and fissure,
speaks she sweetly mixing sugar and molasses,
But is capsule-like bitter.

To comment and taunt, to wink at and instigate,
To provoke one man against another
Her nature,
A very critical woman
Can force one to commit suicide,
Will not work, but will get it done,
To cook food two times is a problem.

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