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Reema Patel Poem
What's all this fuss about
Haven't I furnished all your dreams
Wildest and the untouched ones
You Cantankerous bullheaded moron .
Your beastly charm woos me so much
So that I completely asphyxiate myself
Bent on obeying all errands .
You cry rupturing my passion loaded heart
Guess what ?I buy that ****
Turn myself into an ATM machine .
Touring every sale at Macy's
Stock some more of your wardrobe
Abercrombie, Guess ,Calvin Klein,Chanel it is .
Next day frenzy switches off to other things
Now we want new apartment ,new vicinity
Then follows my makeover , hair and teeth
Transforming myself to suit your beliefs
I Plump your spirit soaring high in the sky
I realised I have become a slave you reign on .
Hell I am erasing all blues and grays
At last giving way to the gyre of dilemma
That so long had tossed my thoughts into fray
Now no more ,let me start up my liberation
Shackled by menaces of turmoil and dejection
I wonder ,after a decade or so when your head greys
Someday you may trail backwards to my dynamism
Swearing for sure to yourself, if not alone
Flinching a bit,forcing a smile as the wind blows by the
Ocean side , where we used to lie for hours
And a Teardrop would come out of your eye .
Copyright © Reema Patel | Year Posted 2015
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