Poem: Winters, Summers And A Marriage

It was easy enough to decide
that they would marry. They
were in love, their youth
wilting. Rents had gone up
12% in a year. Think of all
the money they’d save.

Of course he said, he loved
children. And she was ready
to finally go to Egypt for
a holiday. They were made
to marry each other, these two.

They love the same food, but
without being freakishly
similar. Alike, not clones.
Enough between them to
keep conversation going for
hours. And some more.

Except. She likes summers.
He likes winters. They could
possibly live in a city with
extreme weather. But do
five months of happiness
compensate for four months
of dread. Shivers or sweat?

Of course they would marry.
As soon they could figure out
which city they would live in.


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0 Responses to Poem: Winters, Summers And A Marriage

  1. TinTin says:

    Why marry? It’ll spoil the fun.


  2. diya says:

    hi.. nice poem.. seems to e written from experience??? πŸ˜‰


  3. Nilu says:

    engayo idichhing


  4. dipali says:

    Forget about climate in general- I have yet to meet a married couple with identical thermostats:). Ogden Nash has written about this (and of course many other aspects of matrimony) with acute perceptiveness and hilarity.
    Loved the pome, Neha


  5. TinTin: I will pass your insight onto the couple.

    diya: Oh no! Don’t go there. πŸ™‚ But doesn’t all this come from somewhere…

    Nilu: De-idichify. Promptly.

    dipali: Oh yes. The switching on and off of fans. The crucial decision of which angle the vent should face. Not to mention the thickness of quilts!


  6. Nice, though i somehow like it much more to make things rhyme, of course its not necessary to make rhymes, but its a personal preference.

    I also would like to know if your blog url was influenced by the beatles?
    Cheers πŸ™‚