I could not believe
But I saw them,
Father and her,holding hands,
I thought of you mother,and the wedding band,
which she now touched.Once Sacred.
Never believed the rumours to be
true...and now were to me,
blades sown into our family bed,
now glistening knives,leaving dead,
Fidelity and Trust.
Gathering evidence of the sordid affair,
keeping myself hidden,hoping one day to repair,
the patricidal shame at seeing afore me,
the process through which I unfurled,
Truth behind a marriage,that dragged me to this World.
I place the Images,
I have euphemised some parts,
Of the scene of crime,
waiting for a sign..of your shattering Heart.
Yet you show no recognition,
instead tell me,the omission
of my Father's indiscreet Life
was the burden you kept,
alone and inept,
with two hungry mouths to feed and clothe.
Our eyes piercing,stared at You..
Husband is just a provider You said,
regardless with whom I have to share my bed.
You sold your soul,no small feat.
And today like you,I have been draped,
with shame when conscience escaped..
I leave him to his indiscretions
A family asks for prohibition,
Of a few naked truths
For the forbidden fruits,
Brings down many,once Happy Lives,
Children too must barter their soul for peace,
and be like the Nurturing,Unhappy Wives.
When I tell my Son today to be like him,
I am ashamed,not of him but me,
He lies to one..
But I lie even to myself
and my own unsuspecting family.
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