Your Bibis And Talaq Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

You will have more and more bibis,
will marry at ease
and will divorce whimsically,
how can it be,
gentleman?

If had to divorce,
why did you espouse?
Who has given you the license of
keeping three to four bibis
without maintenance
and divorcing them whimsically
as are the commodities bought and sold?

You have three,
but see you,
I have none,
you marry her whimsically
and desert you willingly,
how can it be, sir
and this makes you into a badman?