He calls me his own,
Yet in his heart, I find no claim.
What stubborn, senseless whim has grown?
My stolen heart, he holds in his name.
He won’t let me glimpse his soul,
This sin, to me, the worst of all.
I’ve bowed the moon to make him whole,
Yet he, the brazen, stands so tall.
Had he but held my hand, walked by my side,
Instead, he left me on my own,
And now, alone, he stands, with nowhere to hide.
The one who now my name can’t bear to own,
Once fought so hard, just to be near,
A love that’s vanished, leaving only fear.
Written – Khushi Surinder Pal
Treasure of words
