Cross-Roads Poem by Sunita Chandla

Here is how I feel,
I am at the cross-roads
Thinking hard what- to- do
Thoughts deepen and the pain soars
For something is not right between the two.

Pledges to live together for life
Not enough pious to live in peace
Sans honesty and respect for wife
Relationship is torn in many a piece

Rapt in the fantasies of marriage
On the same day thirty one years ago
I, blissfully sat on this carriage
Unaware of my future in store

Dilemma engulfed me every time
When wrath had its show
To keep calm, and hold mine
Or just dump and let go

No decision was ever easy to make
For children and others sake
Prayed for strength to keep the smile
Under the roof was a home or an exile?

Abhorred each day my poor plight
Was I too meek before the might?
Humility and docility was often abused
Reduced to an object merely to be used.

IF I choose now to break free
Life may not be trouble free
But at least no more slavery
And a hope to create a new history.