Mistreated by love

Dec 10

Love had hands; thick palms to bludgeon and fingers

To clench fists. Her cheeks had a paining story in the black spots

And the broken jaws underneath knew how to tell it.

Love had a mouth; contorted lips with a dismal wry

About them; knew how to curse and cast blame

And indeed, could complain and explain her weaknesses.

Love had words; specially encrypted with thick pixels

Of abusive jargons that hit at her skin of heart like

Well timed, well targeted punches - to rapture her confidence.

The love that mistreated her!

But while courting had she not seen the signs?

Love had once slapped her

When cousin Tom called and she laughed on phone for long.

Love had grabbed her hard to bruises

When she had dared to walk off from an unfriendly conversation.

Love had even found guts at the proposal

To let her know - her only duty was for housewife

That working was not hers and friends were no longer a choice.

She had assuaged the signs off with a lousy assurance;

That love would change, that love would sympathize.

Love had money! At least it would be a sweet mistake.

Now look at her; an old wrench at thirty-five, bruised,

Buttered and broken;

Love didn't change, love did not know how to sympathize.

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