Turnover - Poem by NItesh Kumar
Everyday i wake up listening to ur voice,
for life i had made u my choice.
A stream of energy ran through my nerves,
seemed that life has turned from a very sharp curve.
She loved me with extreme passion,
i dod the same, no need to mention.
Rain, birds, air all seem to be talking about us,
we were the happiest creatures i guess.
How can god make me so happy, i complained,
though prayed for the happiness to be maintained.
She was there in every breath, aspect of my life,
because she was the other half, going to be my wife.
We understood each other without saying anything,
the voice inside our hearts was communicating.
For once i thought the world without her,
it shook me aand was taken aback by terror.
God is great but this much i didnt even think,
again my life and happiness began to shrink.
She never loved me, she said,
then was everything she told just for trade.
She went back into her past,
didnt thought of me even at last.
I was the last and the least in her priority,
so finally had to wake up from dreams into reality.
i broke every relation with her,
but was still waiting for a explanable answer.
Did she take advantage of me,
or was she confused or roaming free.
Still she comes in my dream every night,
and every morning begins with fright.
I still cant believe she can do this,
but my life is unpredictable and would remain as it is.
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