Rupa

I had heard her name whispered,

Among ladies of good 'culture',

In hushed tones it was said....

She was of easy morale! ! !

Often at social do's, She would be spite upon.

Away from all these, I wondered what she longed for?

Leaving alone a family of three, Husband, daughter and son of eight,

How could a mother set herself free?

At daybreak, didnt her heart ache, to see her baby's face?

Men may be from Mars, And a wife may get tired,

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poem by Boishakhi Mitro
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