I am my man’s forever

He is the darling of my life,
The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest
I still have the vibe of love in me
The one which I had first
The day I met you…

I saw a brother in you
My guide, my secret keeper
My confidante and love of my life
The spring of love hiding in me,
I poured it to you, until the day
You said, you never loved me as a sister

You said you loved the woman’s body in me
And, I must be with you forever…
The spring of love transformed to
Mountain of furious rage inside me
After each minute, it turned to a gargantuan mountain

Acquiesce is not my thing, I say to you
But a woman’s mind, unpredictable it is
The rage of anger turned to love for sometime
I didn’t want to lose him
There was powerful flow of emotions…
No I cannot do this…
I Plead and beg you; be the way I am to you

But no, you came near me,
Clutched me in your arms,
I could even feel the heart beats..
You are closer than the closest…
But the stillness scares me..
I look at you and say
I have my man waiting for me yonder….
And I leave you forever…..

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ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Every bit of this poem is stunningly daring …..
………just like you …….

Geetha Paniker
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A daring to bare.

Sangam Selva
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That’s a thin linw and you never try to cross for simply to be a utopian while he is logical

Ramapriya Nr
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This is a poem which sets apart from others. Conflict of mind and finally triamph of conviction over confusion. wonderful thoughts indeed

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