“You never ask for too much from Men,
They invariably fail you”- Didi devised a smile
With one hand on her now swollen belly.
“They don’t have the power to love as much as we do, didibhai,
They can’t bear the pain of it”,
Burimashi observed as she mopped the floor.
“Sacrifice is the woman’s virtue, men can love,
But never can they sacrifice for love,”
Maa spoke as her experienced hands deftly shaped the chapaatis.
“You are always giving more than you get, why my love?
I shall tell you why. Because you are a woman,
And all women are like mothers,
And mothers always give more than they get”
You said as your fingers twisted my curls.
But I expect, I demand, and I ask for more
And I break my own heart every now and then
And I hug you and cry.
I thought it was love.
But now you tell me it was a transaction,
But now you tell me it was a transaction,
A lucrative one, for you, for sure.
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