Sitting under a weeping willow, <br />At twilight, on a bench in the park, <br />My friend always cheerful, said <br />‘I feel so tense and distraught, <br /> <br />The stale air in the house <br />Makes me feel like going away. <br />I feel I live with a stranger, <br />And look back wistfully on the day <br /> <br />We took our vows to stand by <br />Each other in joy and grief. <br />Now he just hits the sack <br />And we just exchange a brief <br /> <br />Nod. I wonder if grandma was better <br />Off, education hasn’t changed <br />Our status from weaker sex <br />Am at odds, as I feel alienated. <br /> <br />Wish could go some place, <br />I feel I can be happier alone.’ <br />‘Know what you mean, the rat race <br />Sounded the death toll <br /> <br />Of marital bliss, we all need <br />Love, joy and companionship. <br />I feel men too are not having it easy <br />With performance record as a whip. <br /> <br />At times in growing up <br />We grow away, like a river <br />Changing course. Time only will tell <br />It’s getting cold, I see you shiver.’ <br /> <br />Come home, we girls <br />at least share a unique bond. <br />it works like a therapy <br />and eases the mind a lot.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-under-a-weeping-willow/
