Lady Of A Soldier Poem by ashwarya pratap singh

Lady Of A Soldier



I am lady of a soldier,
pale, lone, afficted,
dying every moment for a glance

Boxed were the things, my feelings
Imbecile i was, who chose him
Imbecile i was, who thought like this

Always answered those interlopers
Whom i called Friends forever
Each answer take me close to my soldier

My mind provoke my heart, Leave him leave him!
His every Attempt strengthened my, feeling feeling

Daily i sat on the pew
praying god for his wellness
But he listens to me a few

His conscientiousness make me feel proud
But for what i worried about,
See, she is 'lady of a soldier'
Says the world around

Sunday, June 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: soldier
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