Pradip Chattopadhyay (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)
Faraway on a distant shore
He labors hard to earn
Money he needs more and more
The self-exiled lonely man!
He puts aside a small amount
Rest he remits to his wife
He keeps filling her bank account
To provide her necessities of life!
Her necessities of life he couldn’t fulfill
Because all them money can’t buy
She couldn’t for long endure the ordeal
Got herself another guy!
Our man he comes home once in a while
Greets him the woman in joy
The time he stays he sees her smile
Knows not she got another boy!
It goes on like this dollars pour in
When home he sees her happiness
She keeps walking on a rope stretched thin
There was no way she could now regress!
Once it so happened he arrived one night
She had no prior advice
He reached home on a late night flight
To give her a pleasant surprise!
God if you had seen her whitely ashen face
After she had opened the front door
On it there wasn’t a trace of happiness
She almost swooned onto the floor!
Our man never knew why she shut the door again
It never did cross his head
In his absence his wife had made a bargain
Her lover was snoring on his bed!
She woke the guy up for a fast exit
Through a door at the back of the house
Came down again the wife cute and sweet
A loving and caring spouse!
Now friends I come to the moral of the tale
For the ones away on distant shore
Wall it up do it without fail
Do away with your houses’ backdoor!
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