I cry with pain
He has quality of full villain
He grabs me with so much of power
And treats as if prize winner
It is vulture’s claim
With single vision and aim
To pounce upon and have pound of flesh
Enjoy it fully and look fresh
Each night he invades
Fully intoxicated to welcome
Whispers with full of magic spell
I feel not at all well
We are legally bound
But I have rarely found
Any sympathy for him and lust
I do not know why have not at all developed trust?
He has no other feelings
Even though I might have offered it as willing
He has shown no courtesy
I feel being cheated with jealousy
His approach looks unfamiliar
He had not shown it earlier
I was led to believe differently
Now it stands contrast apparently
I shall bear it life long
Even though nothing may go wrong
I will cry over my fate
As it has come soon and not late
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