After Getting Married For The Second Time

After getting married for the second time, how has he changed And his wife, both of them, husband and wife, Changing colours like the chameleon As they do go on. When she had been alive, I mean the poor, humble and simple lady, How uncaring had he been, how much unloving As she used to care for the whole household And he used to remain indulged in his. But with the change in time how has he changed Looking coloured-coloured, Painted, dyed and goggles-wearing That fail we to recognize him. Who is the man ask we in curiosity, But he is the same man whose beloved wife left the world And by her pyre promised he Before the public that he would never marry again. But with the change in time how changed he that broke he the promise Of never marrying again And married he The poor maiden Who but now strutting, walking on tiptoe, Making the children work, Carrying the new-born, Giving not food to the step son and daughter. Like the new magistrate on chair sits she and chats, The husband fans the earthen oven, the villagerly hearth By pushing cow dung cakes, dry leaves and woods And the step-daughter keeps she making food. Like some Indian guru she will sit and eat first Then her step-son and daughter, That too the small daughter will give rice to him in hiding And bread-loaf after stealing it. Time too is as such that it keeps watching and waiting for, Let her step-son grow, Everything will come into the control of Through the tussle of power.