An Violent Course - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
I almost had bitten her to death
I had lost trust and faith
She was impossible to tackle
I was in rage and struck her head on table
Was I becoming cruel animal?
I was loosing calm on her arrival
She was very much irritant
My reaction was hostile and instant
What was the reason to infuriate?
Why were we doing everything to vitiate?
Why no one as coming to help and initiate?
Out side people knew we were so intimate
It was going well with no worry
I too was not taking any steps in hurry
I used to tell her in advance an earnest sorry
She used to be in pain looked very weary
She had all the characters of good woman
She knew exactly how to respect man
She did whatever possibly could do
She served me in her capacity very true
She wanted her companion to remain at ease
She preferred lonely life with peace
That could have been very fine
I did smell rat and acted as swine
I almost mistrusted her and took to offence
I used to vigil on her and watched from fence
She was proving hostile and almost impossible
I could see unhappiness on face which was very much visible
She was welcome all over and got immense fame
I tried to find out the reason with shame
Why everybody loved her and I failed?
Why I felt jealousy in four walls of jail?
I had no reason to feel insecure
She was loved by all and almost sure
Why I failed to promise her and reassure?
She remained holy and almost pure
It was driving me desperately to the corner
I was in no mood to have support or garner
She did her best to come to an understanding
I had set the course and didn’t go for mending
I developed tendency to hate
She could sense it very late
She had no option but to surrender
I was cutting her strength from under
Why she was loved by all and I couldn’t?
Why I made excuses and daily fought?
It was desperately driving me to the corner
I took her for granted and considered as owner
It is greatness on the part of female
She always accepts the dominance of male
I am unable to understand what makes her position worst?
In all the respect she puts her feet forward and sacrifices first
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