Man! She says she loves you
But she will never toe your line!
She would not even allow you
To take her hand into your hands
For either physical or emotional support
However, she says that she loves you.
Marriage - has lost its meaning;
'I eat my food-you eat yours;
I see my movie - you see yours;
I sleep in my bed - you sleep in your bed'
But she uses your credit card and
Your blue car whenever she needs.
And her car is always busy unless
It is left for repair.
'It's me'-that is the foremost
On her daily agenda, morning till night.
You give way for me but be waiting
For your turn on the road or at home
For her favors or sweet talk if her mood permits.
'Roguery of the first kind', you mumble inside
You never dare to speak it out, if you want to survive.
One mistake, you will be doomed for your life!
What a pitiable state of love, my dear friend!
Her beauty is only peripheral
And airy and ethereal and fades away soon-
Can you ever realize how ugly it is inside!
The fire you see in her eyes may prove to be pure lava
That soon smashes and burns you without a smoke.
Man! she will never toe your line-
You will be running after her for life
To catch her hand on the way but
She says she loves you from the bottom of her heart
Only to entice you and use you for her enjoyment.
You will never know- what that love means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem