"She was a price to pay, To keep your family's honor intact. Your children, the fruit of your loins, A result of your orgasms. In paper, she was your wife, And they were your kids. But as in Elton John's words, "Into the boundaries, of each married man, Sweet deceit comes calling..." The other woman, She became your wife, A wife you always wished for. And her child became your daughter, The daughter you always wished for. They call it cheating, You call it love, something you are entitled to, I say, you are fortunate to have born in Kaliyuga, Where the wrong doers are kept on a pedestal, Infidelity is norm, loyalty is rare. Thats how we live now... ©Lakshmi Menon "