Someday I know I will be no more,
And before that day I want to end this war.
I no more want to hurl words at you,
To prove that my feelings are true.
I no more want to hear these lies,
Till my love for you just dies.
I no more want to see you ache,
Cos it only makes my heart ache.
I no more want to think low about you,
As I’ll hate myself when all of this is through.
So today I free you from all the strings,
Which led us to disrespect our feelings.
Go on and be happy because your free,
From the burden of all your responsibilities.
I know it‘ll be unbearable without you with me,
Atleast one of us will actually be happy.
And I hope Someday that you can see,
It wasn’t so bad when you loved me.
nice sad monologue, belonging to this realistic poem, well written...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is a lovely poem sanjukta! marriage is not a bed of roses always.....there are prickly thorns too.those who compromise, live and let live may make it a success.i thought provoking poem.......ritty