Past Love - Poem by Suraj Samtani
A bud you were when we first met,
A dud you were when we last met,
Was this story all a planned set?
In the garden our eyes first caught sight,
Our gaze held each other oh-so-tight,
Was it really love-at-first-sight?
Our conversations never seemed to end,
You had so much of yourself to lend,
Was there really nothing to defend?
Our days started in each other's name,
Our nights were all the same,
Was the right over each other up for the claim?
The promises we made seemed so real,
At the alter we also promised to kneel.
Was that all just a mere deal?
Now we've fought,
Into each other's perspective we've not bought.
Was it really your love I had always sought?
Separation is soon to come,
Our growing self-interests also adds to the sum.
Was it really you who wanted my kid to call you 'mum'?
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