Patriarchy, marriage, Holy uni

We were in love to each other,

Your hands itched to please me,

Your mouth used to sing me 

With sweet praises,

Honey buzzing bee hives,

We both did appreciate each other,

We were in the garden 

Of love and happiness.

I am born in a society of patriarchy,

We married each other,

I came from my father's house 

To your house as a poor housewife,

Suddenly my all hopes are gone,

Love is destroyed. 

You turned endlessly to torture me,

Become instrument of oppression,

You salute me with smutty abuses,

You weave ways daily to famish me,

You become 

The egoistic callous exploiter,

The marital bed keeps me awake 

In worry and fright,

You become in my life

A battlefield of woes and agonies.

Is love is destroyed?

Being away from you is very painful,

It makes my eyes tearful,

My heart says, it's unbearable,

I become alone,

You are not sitting besides,

You are going long distance,

I remain in darkness alone,

Heart is in floated fire flowing my all side. 

Light and darkness are played. 

Making the life uneasy,

Staying with STORM floated. 

I am in deep thought and dilemma

Is that the fruit of the holy unions?

You know how much I love you,

I want you to carry me close, 

It's not about you, me and our feeling,

It's the love between us 

Which requires to manage our planning,

And 

To stop this suffering.

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