Why is it that women cry?
Never really pondered, but I can sure try.
I guess they are born with a leaky eye.
Malfunction lies with most of them,
Stained pillows and dripping hem,
Can’t fathom from where the problems stem.
No exception is my wife
Seems to be crying her whole life
Can’t guess why when there is no strife.
If I happen to turn sides on the bed,
Often I see her eyes swollen and red
She had been crying I figure that out, while I had been sleeping like the dead.
Hug me once; her eyes seem to beg,
I make a touch with my leg
My hands are kept on my chest,
That is my favourite position of rest.
She goes on working happy and gay
Not a moment’s rest- I daresay
Then what goes wrong at the end of the day?
I got her a towel which did not help
First it was silent now she began to yelp.
I told her, Talk to me, it may help”
She began to talk ..oh what a bore
Her troubles, her problems, more and more.
Tired and baffled I began to snore.
The perpetually dripping lachrymal gland
Life at this stage is supposed to be bland
I was helpless, if she refused to understand.
With a thoughtful husband such as me,
Demanding kids and family.
She should look at her own needs perfunctorily.
So per my advice, what you need
Is to be happy through your own deeds.
I suggest you get a job, work hard and hard
But keep a check on your ATM card.
Stop feeling tired, have some tea
Sit with everyone, stop longing for me.
The golden advice, for the words I say,
At night be good, you have to pay.
Companionship, emotion, sentiment..you see
Are nothing but total blasphemy.
Expect nil, serve till you die
Nothing more to it than meets the eye
So I deduced, and swear I did try….
The most useless question is “Why women cry?”
