When you aren’t loved!

It’s a blunder to live with one,
Who is just a partner, but not the one,
It will kill you day and night,
With deep wounds that remain forever.

They call it a wedlock,
No wonder you are locked forever,
If you don’t find peace and joy,
Break it, else you may lose yourself.

Unwilling partners fake everything,
For they have no choice, doing so,
Die and rot inside as they feel totally miserable,
And die a million deaths.

You are already dead when you aren’t loved,
There’s nothing left when none is there,
All may leave but the one must stay,
Else life will be as void as a shell.

Once you break the shell,
You may feel alive and novel,
It’s just a step that changes everything,
A chance to see the world with a new eye.

Kavitha Patchamalai


Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST