Gauri Poem by Aravind Bagalkot

Ushered all her love on him
Poor Shiva....back from a far-off tour
Gauri leads him for a perfect shower
Eyes on his feet...simply trying to gauge..where all he went

Hurt she is...but holds it back
'How was the hunt' asks Gauri
Sure she has a knack.

Let me pour this hot water, Shiva..
Some for Ganga..some for Sindhu..
Not to miss a yamuna or a Krishnaa...

And...and finally..look I am your bride..some from my side..filled with my tear...Shiva, you can't bear.

Guilty but posing, says he, 'hey am a gentleman...except you..my love for none '

'And... you tell this to everyone ' smiles Gauri.
Sad for sure, holds back her tear.
Says... now you sleep dear, with dreams of all your girls, I swear.

Guilty but giggling..
Gauri on his side, but alas in his mind, Shiva is on another distant ride.

Murmurs Gauri..
Nothing new this, man.
Its fiery, but I can, I can...
I am Gauri, every girl's story.