Conflict

a poem by Mayank Mohan Pande

In my life I’ve loved two women one of which I cannot name,
One is my wife Jaishri and naming the other will cause her shame.

Nothing physical beyond an accidental touch ever there was between us
but she and her husband were prompted to complain,
And the cure her association at work was bringing me ended up in a conflicting pain.

She has not spoken to me for half a decade
but the sight of her was not denied till times recent,
What tortures me is her smiles were once given to whom I know to be indecent.

There is flab in her belly now but I still find her a sweet 34,
But I sadly realize we have our families to care for.

And now that I’ve lost my upper teeth and require constant medical care in life,
I’m left with a last desire of nurturing my loving son Manu
with help of my caring though possessive wife.