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The Bad Wife


Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I don't know how to cook,
But I can be quite a delight,
With a coffee and a book.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I just don't like to dust,
But if your folks are coming to town,
I'll do it if I must.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I ain't got no sanskaar,
But I can tell you the engine specs,
Of our latest car.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I can't tie the perfect saree,
But I can tell you that you won't get bored,
If you come with me to a soiree.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I'm not always in the mood,
I won't mind if you want to go instead,
Bar hopping with your dudes.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I really like my wine,
But it makes me all giggly and fun,
You won't hear me whine.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I like to wake up late,
But I can make an exception dear,
If you will take me on a date.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I can't dress to the nines,
But I'll make sure that my clothes are clean,
For me that works just fine.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I know my science and math,
But I can't haggle with the tamatar-wala,
Over the price of that.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I'm terrible with tact,
But I won't have you keep guessing things,
I'll be upfront for a fact.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I'm no drama queen,
But if someone steps over a line,
He will see some red and green.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I demand some respect,
It's not an unreasonable thing,
For a woman to expect.

Guess I must be a bad wife,
For I can't kowtow to your ego,
But you will have me by your side,
There's no where I will go.

P.S. - this poem was written rather lightheartedly with no offence to anyone. In reality, I know that most women, including myself, try their best to fit into the traditional roles of a good wife, bahu, mother, etc.

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