The first time I left my country.
I was only about twenty-four
And next room, a girl at twenty.
The ship had to sail for days
Before we could reach Antarctica.
Friendship began in a day or two,
Courtship followed to Antarctica.
The day we reached Antarctica,
We were no more next door neighbours –
But today the sun shone and the ice did melt,
We were room-mates and soul mates forever.
Today we were so happy unnoticing
That it already was tonight.
On high-necks and jeans, we now put on jackets,
Though unable to put up any fight.
A good-sized bed and a warm cozy blanket,
Sharing in ourselves we said goodnight,
To rest of the world but not to each other;
For them, it was time post-plight.
And when temptation reached its zenith,
We started sweating in Antarctica.
Though none of us was absolutely sure,
It went on as if due to inertia.
A few intense moments,
And a deed was done.
But alas; to her parents,
I was just no one.
She was married in Australia,
In a hundred and eighty days.
A hundred days thence, she was divorced in Malaysia,
Property, a child, for whom she prays.
Her home though was truly huge,
Same the size of earth.
And to travel from place to place,
She had a vehicle as strong as her feet.
Her parents, bankrupt,
Were, too, on her shoulders.
Her breath taking beauty –
Today smoky appears.
And I met her once again in life,
She knocked at my car, begging money to feed my son.
Pushing the left door, out went my companion -
Rebuking her as if she was a felon.
I kept on watching
But I did not protest.
I watched till the local people intervened;
They hand cupped her,
And while taking her life,
“We will take care of this wench”
They consoled my wife.