Life starts so late, by then am half way,Am I to move forward with what I have.Expected to live this way and sail the wave,Cleanse the heart,
We did not break up…she tolerated my bad things..helped me to enlighten me up with her inner beauty and love..But,my heart left me, when I heard
Not a single person ask me questions, And I never expect answers, Nobody ridicules me and I will never feel ashamed, No one act as my superior and I don’t want to obey anybody
She also felt she did earn a little justice for those women who were abused physically and mentally. Now she knew what she was going to do, file an FIR on her DREADFUL EX-BOYFRIEND
I may not love someone back again with the same heart that I had given to him with a trust.I may still love him forever for the rest of my life but I may not forget what he has done to me.
He was so relieved with this act that he went out of the place and hit eight rag pickers with stone , he had a strangely satisfying feeling , he was smiling the whole time .
Our love may not have been perfect but it was true. She was the love of my life. I know she loved me to her last breath, it never ended, it never can end,
I never dared to ask about her friends or if she has a new best friend, as I didn’t want to be acknowledged of the fact that my place has been taken by someone else. We are still friends.
This Hindi poem highlights the feelings of an Indian wife in which the dominating part of Her family i.e her husband , cursing again and again for her to die.
Every one have had this experience in on form or the other in my case it was my lovely water pistol, that made realise the love of my parents.