Murder Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

She is femininely fair
Ravishing and charming,
A pride in her
Always reflects
In words and manners.
People around her
Worship her beauty,
Pamper her appeal
That draws them closer
Like a snake to the flute.

In her mind
Secretly vanity grows
To scold her hubby
Honest and obedient
But funky and frowsy
Devoid of an Android
And a facebook profile
To lead a modern life.

'It is a hellish life', feels she
Akin to decay and death,
Anger heaps in her
Day after day
Making her restless
With him to stay.

One day she finds him
Sleeping in his bed
With a grinding roller
She smashes his head.