With Love, Desdemona Poem by Sariga Devasia

What sin I behold,
For I was killed ruthlessly?
The only sin I committed was to love against my father's wish.
It would have taken less than the time the heart beats,
For you to ask me.
Whether I am yours or fate had compelled me?
The decision that I took years before, to make you mine
Was the beautiful promise that I still hold on tight.
But our relation flew aimlessly like this handkerchief
And rested softly on your heart, hiding the fresh scars of treachery.
As I lay next to you on bed,
I saw your gory eyes with tears.
I longed to kiss your eyes, but it accused me of adultery and cheat.
Every teardrop questions our love and floated down as hatred.
My Lord, never in my dream I thought to betray you,
But more than l, you trusted your friend who carried in him jealousy for you, years AGO.
We rose in love and died in love.
And lived in mercy of love,
But the venom of villainy slithered carefully and overpowered it quietly.
Last wish was to let me pray.
You said its too late, for vengeance had deafened your ears.
I longed to live this night, more than tomorrow,
To tell you how much I love you.
For my love is true and it speaks only of you...