“An artist is nothing without a patron, it is a harsh truth that history has repeated too often, think of Van Gough and check out the writings of this humble author while you surf for your books please!”
You kept on saying she is mean
I kept on saying it is yet to be seen
Then your friends and mine chimed in
I finally got convinced and gave in.
Years passed by after we married
Then I came to know you all lied
You made me lose the love of my life
A precious jewel because you lusted for me.
No won’t call your feeling love
Because love does not cheats
It gives itself and more to its beloved
And silently walks away if not reciprocated.
But you cheated me, tarnished her
One of us trusted you, the other an innocent girl
Tell me my wife, mother of my kids,
Can I ever close my eyes and trust you again?
21.07.09, Garia, Kolkata