A woman needs a man

A woman needs a man

to confront a live cockroach,

mysteriously creepin’ up at kitchen sink
With entire attention on,
and granted no liberty to wink

To change fused bulbs of d’ toilet,

 replace all with mercury lamps,

To chase mischievous mosquitoes,

with a chargeable racket,

To fetch fresh gasping fishes

from d’ fish market

To drive her around, lug d’ groceries,
for her Nokia lumia to get accessories

To lift bulky baggage off d’ carousel,

at arrival lounge in airport,

to carry shopping bags to parking lot

 And to start and reverse d' car,
even to fix a tyre, if it goes flat

Though no topics to gossip,
yet to garrulously chat

To make weddin’ anniversary 

a mega event,

for grand cards, tinsel, dinner,

a lavish spent

To drag him as sacrificial goat,
 a pawn,

to be targeted,

for events in life that goes wrong

To pluck mangoes from top branches
for a hot sauce
to dye hair at d' black hole of scalp,
if rear view mirror had no access
To sing a song of appreciation,
if she puts on a modish dress

 Hurriedly to take crucial decisions,

to decide a honeymoon destination

 To have babies, healthy and wise,

their naughty activities to supervise

 To pour out entire earnings

for children education,

And finally for them,

a befitting groom or bride selection

To exploit decades long friendship,

and extract sundry surprise gifts

To be used as a stopgap chef,
to escort her,
to city's renowned coffee cafe

To set ill fitting cupboard doors,

 least bothered for

d' life ahead to be spent together

As a supporting partner,

to make him an emotional fool

it’s her kingdom, her ridiculous rules

To edit her funny photos,
 for a fantastic look
and upload entire stuff in d’ face book

It’s a hard marble rock

A well famed potato farmer,

busy in job, round d’ year

Picks up breeds genuine,

toils hard with potato saplings

Irrigates fields with fresh water,

weeds out feeble, a routine chore

Protects herbs from pest attacks,

bloom lovely tender plants

Evidently to bear bounty crops,

dreams to harvest pretty potatoes

Harvesting season on,

on assigned date digging done

Done with utmost care,

potatoes ploughed out,
 a lot of cheer

Dug a tidy way, no bruises made,

no single one gets damaged

Jut out of the black soil,

as if precious sparkling jewels!

Delicate sun, 
cool breeze of winter,

a sigh of relief, its a crop bumper

But he was not fully done yet,

a patch of hard land still left

Plough defeated, even d' spade

shovels, mighty crowbars failed

Work ought to be kept at bay,

pending for the next day

 For d' stubborn patch, 
final trial made,

heavy shovel plunged,
 in to d' earthen bed

Discovered with utter surprise,

it’s a POTATO OF BIG SIZE

almost covering  entire spot

biggest potato of d’ planet!

How to dig it out, out of earth,

can’t carry in a tractor or truck

Obviously a bone breaking task,

who to consult, whom to ask!

Just then a Giant was passing by,

agreed to dig out & for lunch to try

Pulled d’ potato out of d’ ground,

with a huge thud, a splitting sound

Carried to a restaurant, close by,

split  it for a curry & a part for fry

soon spread news in d’ tiny town,

so huge a potato, none ever seen

Must be tasty, each wished to try

tempted to relish d’ curry & d’ fry

Giant ate its share, departed in hurry

Men couldn’t eat, it’s no potato curry,

D’ one who tried first, was in shock,

it’s no potato, a hard marble rock