Discovering the Real Me

For nearly three decades She had been ruthlessly explored Losing her identity, her independence Her man always looking at her Through his own selfish lens She awaited discovery Finding the ‘Real Me’ His liaisons And ways of fun Further freezing the cold relationship Now for him An unlucky turn of events Meant Some flattery, some importance given to her So, the other day he said, ‘Let’s go on a discovery trail.’ She, as per her habit, remained silent Knowing perfectly well The endeavour would fail And so they went Hundreds of kilometres away He searching for That missing connect Forgetting that in any pact Both parties are equal partners Unlike what happens here His words always dominating hers Now they’ve come back Without any success Their relationship in the same mess But she happy at being again closer to home At home, at ease Her nearly three years of self-discovery Result of A lucky turn of events Giving her oodles of confidence An obvious comparison Between two men She has finally found Her source of joy Oh Boy! She has eventually discovered As the world rightly notices From her boundless glee- The ‘Real Me’