The Divorcee

My life was going hard and tough, at the verge of death

Your smile gave me hopes, with a breath.

I got ignored, abandoned and infertile

With your glance and pour of love, I bore fertile.

Life flourished in our love,

With emotions as a dove.

When others gossiped about your royal life,

I fell in love at first sight and wished to be your wife.

Situations separated us as I became a mother,

The only settlement I expect from you is our kids foster.

You proved, love scatters with time,

It was for me, not for her, why this prime?

She gets suffocated with your emotions,

And you reject me with ill-treated notions.

I endured abuse and bolt, during your dark hours, for your love

Why I always deserve a shove?

You have options with no limits,

For me, you are the only spouse who arouses my spirits.

I wait for you till my death, but not my kids.

Let your heart see, our suffering by glancing through your ribs.