Three-Year Itch

Cooing, courting, marriage seems divine bliss; Honeymoon gone kiss feels like cobra's hiss, Ash filled old fire, low get returns, A three-year itch prickled flesh churns, When stoked, fuelled, new passion burns, And ere you know it topsy turns, You might point a finger at that or this, But villain on blame's a conjugal miss! ______________________________________________________ Divorces are on the rise by the day. The seven-year itch seems to have now narrowed down to three years. Though they are still low in India, there has been a perceptible rise in divorces caused by a villain called incompatibility. ______________________________________________________ Happenings | 06.08.07 |