Now I Know The Truth Poem by bakuli bhakali

He said he love poems and I wrote many
And now I knew he has the least interest in poems
Still I couldn’t stop writing
And loving him too
Even though I knew all those talks,
Lengthy discussions on poems and poets
And poems written on the desk
Where he sat in the morning and me in the evening
Never ending letters exchanged
A beautiful poem attached to it
All those writings and greetings
Are just lies
Lies that fooled me for long
But I know now
I know the truth
Yet, I can’t leave him
I can't leave poetry too
Though he demands
I can't unlearn the lies I learned to live with