I KILLED MY WIFE

                              I KILLED MY WIFE



I came to my senses, I was holding a knife.

At last through years of planning, I have killed my wife.



I had executed the plans that I had been reading.

Oh , what a site! There she lay profusely bleeding.



She was a horror, she was a vampire.

She made my life hell, made me go through fire.



I tore open her stomach to ensure she was dead.

The sight was ugly; I curled up on the bed.



I tried to remember what enraged me daily.

My wife was cheerful, she did everything gaily.



I took a cigarette which was lying near.

I heard her saying please don’t if you love me dear.



I was enraged and in anger I cried.

To hell with you. Leave me, you have died.



I am now free and will do what I desire.

When you were alive I felt I was in mire.



Fed up was I with your way of thinking.

You were a curse and my life was stinking.



Suddenly then I realized I was alone in the room.

There she lay dead and I was shouting at whom?



Again I heard her voice and this time clear in my head.

To my horror I found she was lying beside me on the bed.



Dear Husband! I was with you whether you were wrong or right.

You were my shiny day and you were my blissful night.



When you were sad I prayed my eyes to take your tears.

When you moved forward I silently gave you cheers.



You made love to other women and told innumerable lies.

I blamed myself for this and wondered what suited your eyes.



You drank, you fell ,and whenever you took that fag.

I prayed my lungs to be punished for your every drag.



I offered myself for your every wrong deed

Be it taken away from me whatever you need.



I had seen in your eyes the intense desire of my death.

Dear husband I tried to serve you till my last breath.



I wish my blood gives you the satisfaction I couldn’t give.

I allowed myself to be torn apart so you could happily live.



I wanted to kiss you when that knife cut me inside.

But it would have spoilt the hatred for me which you couldn’t hide.



So here I go out of your world. Take care of your life.

Live happily with no remorse, that’s the wish of your wife.



With this she vanished leaving me sapped and alone.

I lay there frozen and slowly made a moan.



I looked at the corpse with an illusion that it would rise.

Shivering inside I turned away and closed my eyes.



I sweat for a while and kneeled on the floor.

I wanted to escape and open the door.



I felt myself choked. I gasped for air.

Never been through this, the feeling was rare.



Something rose inside me. I saw the gore.

I cried loudly and then vomited on the floor.



But there she lay silently robbed out of her life.

Ages seemed to have passed since I killed my wife.



                                                   

                                                        -  Naveen Singh