Unfulfilled
As the dew drops fell
The pitcher felt its heart swell,
Of an accomplishment doubtful but firm,
Would it ever fill to the brim?
The morning rays of the sun
Sailing through the trees,
Would the forest turn
Magical - awakening the birds and the bees!
The pitcher was empty,
Even before anyone knew!
Thirsty it was, and thirsty it would be
If it had to just await for the dew!
The few drops that came
Disappeared without a name!
All that was left was an unfulfilled desire
To quench the raging fire!
Alas, there's none to fulfill it.
If there were but dark clouds in the sky
Filled with rain and grit
To save those whom fate let to die!
Some old traveler, passing through the woods
Burdened by the weight of his load,
Tired of his swinging moods,
Left the pitcher be home to an old toad!
If I were but a dark cloud floating high:
I would seek you, halt and drop down
Adorn your head like a silver crown,
Wet you all over; you wouldn't ever be dry!
Have you not felt the depth of life
We spent in each other's company?
Did you not see
How joy emerged from grief?
What happened to the vows?
Were it but food for the crows?
Did it get ruffled by the human Ego,
That I clung on and you let go!
The pitcher though now unfulfilled
Will someday find a river-
And get quenched over and over,
Find the best ways to be thrilled!
Reviewed by Polymath
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You call it choice, not cheating’s name,
ReplyDeleteBut betrayal wears a softer frame.
You asked, you left, you tied your knot,
And still you linger — as if I forgot.
You broke the vows before they bled,
Yet fed me hope while you wed.
Don’t cloak your guilt in poet’s song,
Your “sweetest words” ring sharp and wrong.
You think yourself noble, clean, and true,
But I was the one left cut in two.
You wear a crown of comfort now,
While I bore silence, kept my vow.
Do not return with tender lies,
With gentle clouds in borrowed skies.
My life is not your stage, your game,
Your love is ashes, dressed in flame.
So go — stay gone, and play your part,
With someone else, not my heart.
I’ll find a river, fierce, untamed,
And heal the scars that bear your name.
You had your chance, you made your choice,
Now live with it — without my voice.
Your vows are hers, your lies were mine,
Don’t cross this line — not one more time.