She threw things at me,
Abused of the properties
Stolen by brother and sister,
Why I amrried her at all,
Showed the knife,
Keeping on the stomach,
On which I got very angry,
We went into a tussle,
She kciking me with her foot
Into my stomach.
Throwing footwear at me,
then we sat down,
She tired, me with a heart
Broken with fight
Followed by the anger
Which was so futile,
Not able to overcome
A t the approproate time.
Ravikiran Arakkal
RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
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