The Other Woman

The Other Woman short poem

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I am the other woman in your life
Others may say I am that another woman in your life

You dedicated your name, your fame and your life
to the one you married, to your loving wife

She came early in your life, I came late
I accept this as my destiny or should I accept this as my fate

Looking back I wonder at times why I love you so much
Looking back I also wonder why it has to be you only you

I love you ’cause you love me and perhaps
You too love me ’cause I love you

God has made human hearts in such a way
Love and love only should fill it, hate should stay away

There is love enough in human hearts to share
You don’t have to take it from one to give to another

Bindings and egos are
Reasons for breakage of any human relations
I am happy I am fortunate that our love
has none of these conditions.

At times my brain says stop loving him
he belongs to someone else,
the next moment my heart asks
can I stop myself from loving him
I never planned it just happened
I am happy that my love you reciprocated

My love for you shall be carried with me to my grave
My happiness lies in the fact that you loved me
I never wished you to give anything away

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Ramapriya Nr

Very good thoughts on self less Love emenacting feelings deep from ones heart. falling in Love is devine and it involves two souls more then two bodies and that is the purest form of love. This will not anticipate any physical returns and such love will never get into conflicts at all because it does not carry any materialestic pleasure. A beautiful poem indeed


” Pyar par bas to nahi hai mera lekein, tu bata de mai tujhe pyar karoon ya no karoon.”

Love is blind. Love is selfish. It knows no boundaries, no risks, no victory, no loss, no sympathy for the vanquished.


Well written. Emotional and admitting reality also. Good.

Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj

“Ishq vo aatish hai Ghalib jo lagaye na lage bujhaye na bane.” Lovers know it well still dare to risk their “SELF” who certainly is lost as soon as one falls in love.

Poet speaks out her/his heart enabling the readers to peep into its remote corners. And the poetess has been successful.


It’s a nice poem. I enjoyed reading it.



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