In the olden days, I peeped out of my midnight window
To search for that elusive stranger
Who has pumped more blood from my heart
than any sporting art.
Often, he had shaken my faith and strength
with red thoughts of unknowing length
that twisted and turned to make my mind burn with care and concern.
Even during schooldays, he had brought
dreams of ghost and spirits
That had danced on my pure soft mind.
Exams and results had pierced my joy
More than love and death in the second stage
of my tremulous breathing.
When Marriage brought a baggage of joy
From sex to gold.
But time’s terrible flow drained
every blessing except the mounting responsibilities.
Now, he comes again
Not as a ghost, nor as a stranger
But as a cruel shylock
To get back the interest and peace
from my salty purse.