(Limericks dedicated to the people of Itanagar)
I am a woman, married for long
And a vendor in a
market not a furlong.
My husband does a ‘business’ unknown
Which profits he never brings home.
Nowadays, he has changed a lot:
He boozes and gambles in hotels on a trot.
He comes home very late at night
And keeps a mistress beyond my sight.
One day, I did not go to market
But hid at home with eyes on the gate.
Then I saw him come with his mistress
After which I plunged into distress.
With a sandal I lurked behind the door
As he enters, on the face of that boor,
I whacked my sandal with a lunge;
He returned on my chin with a punch.
As I lay on the floor, came his frantic kicks-
I grabbed his leg and bit out a piece.
Grumbling, he ran out to road;
I chased him, chased him a lot
And realised I am with only bra and petticoat.
Shamed and furious, I came back to my house
With a promise to kill that sneaky mouse
Next time if he won’t let go all his bad habits.
Uuf! Husbands are foxes in garb of rabbits!
---Dahey
Sangno (31/7/2013)
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