Tension Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

Must you scold me off and on
I have done no wrong, committed no crime
Nor ever stopped loving you
Nor shirked away due to the fear of you
Coming to boil on my account.
I am very, very fond of you.

A strain is telling upon your physique
Hang on to me with all your might
You will not fall; your legs are weak,
Pull up your strength, pull up I say
You have a longish fight ahead
You will be standing next to me.