The time

Wedding was over;

Brought home was the bride,

With whom came a maid,

To serve her as an aid.

Days rolled;

As honey, appeared the bride;

As savour,  moved about the maid,

As a rule, in a household.

Time lapsed;

The bride shed her charm

And the maid ruled calm

In their wait at the groom.

Event happened;

The groom went blasé

With the honey in use

And the savour was in wait for use.

Fate played;

The bride in the race ran first

But the maid ended first.

The bride was aghast.

It is a game;

The thin would wax;

The stout would wane

In the field of time.     

07.04.97, Agrtala