For masses, I'm their King,
But for Her, bonded by the Ring,
I am also a husband, a soulmate,
And now succumbed to a symbol of hate.
My decisions, they torment,
My choices, make me lament,
In a bid to keep justice above,
I surrendered my love.
I have not abandoned Her, believe me,
Not for a single day, not for a single second to see,
I have my arms open when She wishes,
I weep, I remember, Her memories.
I'm yours till the end of time,
Your name is taken before mine,
Siya, I am an idealist in their eyes,
But in yours, I am a lost prize.
You don't wait for me like before,
You had faith that I shall come across the shore,
You sacrificed your abundance to live in respect,
And I sacrificed my vows to live in duty.
What are ideals if they can't save your prestige,
What are morals if they raise a finger at you,
Who is a worthy King if He abandons His Queen,
Who is Ram if He lives afar from His Sita.
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Pristine Love - Poems of Divine Adoration
Poetry"Destiny clearly has a great and magical role in the coming together of two hearts which are meant to be together and beat as one." What does Love feel like? It must be truly divine for my heart beats with rhythm at the mention of My Beloved. Yes, L...
