As
this night is of counting favors,
Let
me calculate my benefits.
You
think I am unaware,
Those
letters in the last drawer,
Proofs
of your fidelity,
I
read them too,
The
dance of your pen,
That
poetic taste,
That
spot on your sleeve,
I
know what it is,
I
am familiar with cleaning clothes,
I
have used lipsticks too,
Your
startling at my observations,
The
lines of fear on your forehead
At
some of my jokes,
That
first time when
Your
blessed hand pained me,
The
redness of my cheeks
Urged
me, but I kept calm,
Caught
lies, yet argued not,
Bore
accusations, said nothing,
My
steadfastness held me
And
you thought I have no voice,
A
slap is easy for me as well,
Isn’t
there strength in me too?
Shaken
faith, broken vase, hurt heart,
Heaven
knows how long this relation
Will
stable be,
Today,
too, I must have been quiet,
Must
have bore much yet,
But
this anger is my astonishment.
How
could you dare to say,
I
am a burden on you?
From My Poems: HERO
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