The Measure Of Loyalty Poem by ashok jadhav

I swore my heart to you in younger days,
Believing vows could anchor every choice.
But now the truth arrives, unsoftened, sharp,
And asks if promises can bear its weight.
Each word unsettles what I thought was sure,
Each fact demands a reckoning within.
To speak it is to risk your faith in me,
To hide it is to wound my own regard.
I feel the pull between fidelity
And honesty, a tension hard to name.
The heart that loves must choose, yet cannot know
Which path will honor both its claim and yours.
Perhaps the test is not in what we know,
But in the courage to remain intact
While truth and loyalty collide in silent fire.