Expectations Poem by Chatura BhatKamath

A broken heart,
A shattered dream.
I feel the pain and void,
Nowhere to go and scream.

The more I hide,
They floe from my eyes,
Making me emotionally barren.

Yet I smile,
Joke around.
Trying to fool people,
Without any hiss or sound.

Something inside me dies.
Every time I try to keep faith.
Four long years,
Yet it feels too late.

Giving upon you,
Never in my dreams would I think of.
But now it feels enough is enough.

I want to be happy,
Without giving explanations.
I want to live without enforced explanations.

In trying to build a value before family,
Yours and mine,
It has let my Morales down,
Forced to crib and whine.

I hate this "Me",
I want to change and grow.
Even if I have to leave these relations behind,
I would rightly do so.

To be the real me,
Happy and content.
To see me this way,
My very own people will not lament.

Infact I will able to perform my duties and responsibilities better.
let them complain now,
They will thank me latter.