Burden of being lovers
The burden of being lovers Rita stood near the gas stove, waiting for the dal to cook, Her husband languorously sat on the sofa ,waiting for the sms, Their daughter avni waited for the first move from the boy she liked. The burden of being lovers, It haunts us at the loneliest times , In the crowd, At the bedside when it's 2 am in the morning In the kitchen when the cooker's whistle blows, it brings Rita out of her memories, In the living room, where her husband wakes up from a mental nap of dreams, Their daughter Avni when she watches a movie while thinking about someone else. This burden of being lovers, The precious time spent thinking, Anticipating, waiting, expecting, Manipulating our own mind with thousand of thoughts, Why we aren't lovers like before, Rita questions her husband in her mind, Because we are parents, Her husband calculating the installments in his head, The only respite he sees now is the extra bonus, Avni worships the mobile and says a prayer in th