Ishan de gleaner The reality of my life Is the cruelty to my wife Yes, I killed her with a knife And I hit her with my club Until unless she sob And became pale yellow red I wished to see her dead Because I was slowly fed And had to wait for long in bed Then I stroked on her head And kicked her to the damp shed. Now in this city ride She cried and I tried to hide Because my poor guide Knew it was a crime Against the regime who sent Those policemen to my rent Oh no! My hands were bent By them who took me to the jail My attempt to get bailed failed Yes failed because this was my time To pay for my crime And now for my Goddess Wife I hymn And expect you wife-hitters to rhyme. (Ishan has written this poem when he read "The Savage Male")
