Poor Lovers

Oh, the poor lovers
Which place is best for their tryst?
Her upstairs bedroom?
No, mother keeps popping up
Unannounced, without knocking

The little garden?
No, father’s out for a walk.
Park across the road?
No, grandma grandpa are there
Sitting and chatting with friends

The neighbourhood café?
No, always crowded with friends
Movie theatre?
No, can’t gaze into her eyes
And can’t whisper sweet nothings

Oh, the poor lovers
Found no apt place for their tryst
Dejected, they thought
Forget a tryst let’s just talk
Used technology and Skyped.

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Shweta Singh

Shweta Singh is a home maker and mother of on-the-verge-of-being-teenager twins. She is passionate about books and food – both interests inherited from her father – and loves to write and travel at every opportunity. A closet writer, who after encouragement from friends and family has embarked on the journey of self-discovery.

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