Broken Family, Broken Relationships, Wrong Attitude, Wrong Rearing, The Bruised Domestic Frontg Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I shall sleep under the open skies
And shall come to view
The twinkling skies and the moon shining up above
And I underneath
Shall talk to Chandramukhi
Under the sheuli plant tree
Collecting the tiny specks, but fragrant sheulis,
Dew-laced and fresh,
Fallen under,
Scattered around
One misty morning.

My Chandramukhi, Moon-faced will come
And talk to me
While gathering dew-laced sheulis
Forgetting the bruises of the domestic front,
Arrogant and haughty lady love
And her tendency of
Driving away my parents
And eking out a living of her own.