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Nov 2016
Oh my estranged lover,
What is my mistake?
To care about you,
And to suggest?
That too,
For your own good?
I never wanted any control.

Oh my sweetest lover,
What is my crime?
To selflessly love you,
And to support?
That as well,
For yourself?
I only wanted a lifelong friend.

Perhaps, a friend has an end,
But I wanted you as my lover,
And a lover is for forever?
I started to suggest,
At your own request,
Have you forgotten?
I just wanted to care about you.

Then you say that you have parents,
And they care for you as well,
You are their first born.
And you have two siblings,
Then why do you put up strange demands,
Have you forgotten Manya & Atharv too?
I tell you the rudest words because these are the crudest truth.

Do you know when your father will take a loan,
Supposedly from one of the private banks,
What he will have to pledge against it?
Maybe his car or more,
Perhaps his business office,
Or maybe the home?
I will suggest you against going overseas to study.

Do not you know India has the best education,
Ranked number one since ages long ago,
Where you transpire to go leaving it?
Trust me you do not,
I know that,
But what about your family?
Will you surely repay your loan by yourself?

Baby, you are immature and a control freak,
Controlling me was almost acceptable then,
But why do you control your father?
I love you like anything,
Your father loves you too,
But do you love anyone but yourself?
Wake up from your fantasies and face the reality.
If you have that grit in you,
Get your guts ready for competition in India,
Because if away you will go then it will be wrong for your family.

This was not a letter requesting you to come back to me.
No, I don't want such an immature babe.
But this was just a request,
That your father's patience you don't test.
Under your pressure and childish demands, he might break.
He is a really strong man and I respect him so much.
Whatever you decide, please be wise.
If you decide to be a psychologist, it's okay.
Do read your own psyche at first.

HP Poem #1281
©Atul Kaushal
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
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