A moan,
Yes it was a moan!
From a woman!
But who?
A new bride forced into a marriage,
To be forever with a man who loved her not asked herself.

He refused to consummate,
And never for once did he touch her.
Yet, he snuck out every night.
To do what? She knew not!
On a certain fortnight,
Her curiosity got the best of her.
With a lantern, she followed,
And to the garden in the manor,
He unknowingly led her.

To her horror, he was making love
Yes! Cheating on her!
Her beloved husband with another woman!
He made love to his lover on the trimmed grass.
Whom he showered affection he had never on her.

Alas! After the heated pleasure,
His lover and rose
And into the roundabout pedestal she steps,
Taking the posture of the statue
Which had lived tens of years in the manor.

But how? Why could he love a statue?
Made passionate love to her all night
And yet, avoid her, his wife,
Like a plague?!!
Come morning, she decided-
She would break down that statue
And end this secret Obscene affair!