Every night he crept beside her
in bed and played
the wild game of ‘love’ with her!
And every morning
on her body she found
the scars and bruises of ‘love.’
He played with her
even when her body ached,
even when her body bled.
And with full passion.
Yes. It was love for him!
The love he gave her as gratitude
for being his better half,
for being his children’s mother
and for being the ‘Laxmi’
of his household.
But alas!
Why did she cry
the bitter tears of love!
Shouldn’t she be grateful
for being loved
by him wholeheartedly!
And for enjoying
the game with him!
But she couldn’t be!
She cried, sighed and
every day she fought
with her own self.
One day, finally she
dared to free herself
from that cage of ‘love.’
Now she walks with dignity
having golden dreams
in her eyes.
But why again at times,
those scars of ‘love’
ache so much!!!
Love Game!
