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Dec 2013
There you go, breaking my heart,
There you go, tearing me apart.
Accusing me of an uncommitted sin,
Celebrating,over me, your imaginary win.

With a whole heart, I had loved you,
We were always one, now you separated us in two.
You ousted me from your heart, saying the love was an illusion ,
Were you speaking of the same love, which was once unconditional?

There you go. leaving me alone,
There you go, reasons now unknown.
Without uttering a word from your lips,
Leaving me to bear the silence's whips.

Breaking the first rule of our love, the trust in it,
There , on the mighty throne of betrayal, you sit.
And you assume yourself as the one who was betrayed,
By the lady who made you her everything, the lady, whom you now degrade.

There you go, without any answers,
There you go, changing into a naysayer.
Releasing me , at last , of our shared love,
Of all the sadness, smiles, hope and woes.
Centuries ago, a Queen was beheaded by the orders given by her own husband, the King. She wrote "O Death, Rock Me Asleep" a day before her execution. This poem is a tribute to her and her tolerance towards the injustice imposed upon her. This is for Anne Boleyn, Marquess Of Pembroke, you will always remain my inspiration. Salute!
Pooja Shah
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Pooja Shah  India
(India)   
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