After the marriage
she told her mother one day
about the recent outgrowth
in her body.
It suffocated her,
Tortured the psyche,
and made her sleepless.
The clinical consultation declared:
"It is nothing but a tumour called Kitchen.
A surgery can remove it.
But it will grow again."
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