My husband Sumonu came home today

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My husband Sumonu came home today
He came bearing the usual gifts
I don't know if I'm to thank Allah
Or to rain curses on my destiny
He looked around at the thatch door
Glared like a dumb lost sheep
Be pointed at little sheri on the tattered mat
"Whose child is that chit" he said
"Whose house do you see her"
I asked
My husband thinks hard for a while
"I think this house is mine" he said
Gulping down sputtum and saliva without shame
I bow my head in regret and shame
And watched as my husband Sumonu moved without gait
Towards a scared and scarred me
as we made our second unknown chitlun
I wept bitter juice out of my blood shot eyes
In a few thrusts it would be over" I mussed
Even though I knew it would be another nine months of quiet pain
And rains of curses on my husband. Sumonu.

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