LOVE, LOVE, LOVE ALONE...

I cannot stand it any longer

But the spell of fate is much stronger.

I wish to run away now

But is bound by the promise of love.

A bed ridden body called my husband.

His immortal parents who in all, needs a hand.

And two little girls like specimens of bones

These be my wealth, gods inscribed in stones

My husband couldn't move a muscle

And his parents couldn't blow a whistle

And if kids be left alone at home

There a fire they would form.

Unbearable, this life seems to me

But I cannot leave it be.

They would die without me now.

But to run this house, I don't know how.

To run away, to start fresh

A life without worries and rush

I dream such life everyday,

And for me it lies far away.

But love I see in their weary eyes,

Love I feel in their hands of ice.

Love I get in their feeble hug.

And love I give making them snug.

I cannot run away from them,

For to them I am sticked with gum.

Not of marriage and motherhood

But of fate, love and blood.

No joy will I get in running away

Nor can I forget them in any way.

Then why did I thought about it now.

O! I wish to undo it anyhow.

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