His ailing wife railed at him <br />when he spoke to some women <br />about the benefits of insuring life. <br />Whether they are good or bad <br />is not written on their brows. <br /> <br />She teased him often saying, <br />'You are old and your head is bald'. <br />He has been a sage for a decade <br />since her health plunged into hell. <br />' Am I just your wife? 'She often asked. <br />'No dear! You're my love first and wife next', <br />when he said, she would retort, 'You're a cheat'. <br />and tell his grown up boy that he was promiscuous <br />and ruin all the family's wealth. She banned his kin <br />from visiting his house and blared out, <br />if he went to his native village and stayed there. <br /> <br />To be off the life of sleepless nights <br />he left his house in the early morn <br />and travelled by Kovai Express (train) <br />with the thought of joining his love <br />who has been keeping her heart open yet. <br />Being absorbed in the flashback of his youth <br />he didn't listen to the usual talk of politics <br />or the cinema in the train. <br />He got down at the Coimbatore station <br />and walked slowly out with measured steps. <br />'After all, she wants to keep her husband <br />beside her, safe from the hungry womenfolk. <br />She would be going mad if she knew <br />her husband had embraced someone with love', <br />He thought it a while, took an about turn, <br />and returned by the same train to Chennai. <br />He was surprised to see his smiling wife at the gate! <br />'My God! Let her joy continue for years together'.<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-turn/
