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May 2020
It was both exciting and nervy,
The beginning of my best journey, I thought,
When the talks began, cloud of doubts began to fly away,
Understanding without words, care without need
Gift without expectation and love without bounds,
Now wait was killing me more, finally It was over,
After the light and sound show was over,
Slowly, words became orders, need became want,
Expectation became demands and love became 11 to Midnight affair,
But then suddenly, something hidden deep dark surfaced,
Within blinks it turned savage, so deep,
I asked for penny, other thought of rupee,
I asked for time, other thought of possessiveness,
I asked for holding the hand, other thought of getting strapped,
I asked for respect, other thought of *******,
Finally, I asked just for love, other thought of just ***,
Still maintained it, expecting unexpected,
But the cloud of arrogance obscured the view,
Helplessly decided to let go, thought necessitate,
Other haven’t shed a tear, thought did correct,
Finally, trusted the worst was over,
But hardly did I know, a bigger fight was pending,
I shed tears, compromised and bent, other unmoved,
Still, they put me in the same coffin as other,
What made me undeserving, walking away for self-respect,
Then, why do I have to search only among the divorced,
What made me impure, your eyes or my uncompromising necessity,
I now know how it feels like being stuck on deserted island,
It’s hard to **** yourself and harder to live knowing it’s going to be a slow death,
Indeed, it was the best journey, how else have I learnt.
This is a true thing happening in developing nations where society judges divorced people very differently. So, its an appeal to society stop judging people.
Written by
Ankit Mangal
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