I have fallen, I am bleeding
Hold me like you always do
Wipe my tears, make me laugh
Tell me “how much I mean to you”
Sit with me under the stars
Sing me the song of love
Let nothing come between us
You and me and God above
And why for this day
I am nothing to you
Where has the love gone?
After all that we have been through
And why for this day
Your eyes so deep
Speak to me nothing
With me they do not weep?
And I wondered
Will it remain for eternity?
Till the last ball
Will you stare at TV?
Days of silence
Forever will I be tortured?
India is knocked out!
A wife’s prayer been answered.
[**for wives who had to live with TV glued husband all day, yesterday, India is knocked out of 'Champions league'.....no more 'Dear-Its-India's -Match-on TV' for me and my husband is all mine ;)
****No offence- I love to see India winning the matches! ! But sometime you are very selfish, only sometime. ;) ]
Sit with me under the stars Sing me the song of love Let nothing come between us You and me and God above.............any good wife would want it to come t rue i her life. it is good feeling and must materialise thorught out the life....very good poem to be enjoyed at.....10 read mine anywhere....butterflies around....come hoem..home bound
Great write Aparna....yes match mania can be quite a pain for many an attention deprived wife.......
First of all, I guess the wife in ur poem is a Tvaholic, who maintains her merriage by watching tv with her husband...and yet, she's also longing for the passionate love she's ever experienced, she treasured the time she spent with her love.she desperately wants to enrich her merriage, not only the soap opears, but also another things they will share together! ! anyway this's really a good poem
why dont you join ur hubby in enjoying the game, he would love you more for it. anyways avery nice write. would you care to read my poems
A lovely poem, well articulated and penned with insight. I like the conviction of the poet on the issue, as wives have to endure a dwindle in bliss as a result of sport loving husbands mood swings during important sporting tournaments. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem. MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Whom to blame...the husband or the cricket....a common family issue well penned
Every wife has to contend with the TV and the newspapers. they are every wife's rival....the underlying frustration very well penned.
fine diction! the way you penned it is nice! wide observation! 10+
the burden of the song is that you got your husband alone with.unfortunately cricket is a victim.nice thoughts. in india unlike ausses, west indies and nz etc despite dhoni cricket is still played a game of chance. voted10 surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dedicated to all those who get glued to the tv while a match is on the tube...?