How will he take if I call him
sugar free darling!
I don't know ;
he is a diabetic ,all know.
Nothing pleases him,
he's always sore
his tastes are fantasies
of forlorn lore.
He saunters in the market
from mall to mall
doesn't know what to buy
for he owns the
universe
he can only choose as he has
done only once he asserts.
When I forbid him to buy
he presumes, I carved the stars
and mocks at me from
high on Moon
at midnight when I say , come sleep
he smiles and says- collecting -
yes not buying- moon stones dear
to make bracelet for you-
O' no- come down to bed
enough stones are there in the yard
for I have the world
in having 'You'.
Sabita Sahu
Sabita Sahu
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