Missing Towel

In a snoozing state in the early morning I stretched my hand toward my wife Checked if she is still fast asleep Consciously I learned and realized She has been to my in-laws' home Just for two days with a dozen of sarees, Two heavy velvet bed sheets Cosmetics, mascare, a box of powder Half a dozen of novels and storybooks And some chocolates are hardly found in villages Carrying forty kilograms of luggage in an airbag I searched for my small soft towel I always use it after my morning walk To usually wipe my face and body Searched wardrobe and every place Nowhere located, nowhere found. Desperately I rang up her and inquired Is it there in your heavy bag by mistake? She softly responded in her sweet voice Not a mistake, I did it consciously. Tell me why? Why did you do so? She sang lovely and sparingly: I stole your wealth in secret To trouble you for a moment! Copyright@ Dillip K Swain