It all ended that day
With a cup of tea by my bedside where I slept late last night.
I had to chose between the two
So I chose the bright.
It all started an year ago
When all I heard was – of my male ego.
She trembled at the slightest thought of losing me,
While I was lost in the long hair locks neglecting her real beauty.
I lost interest in our so called relationship
But her trust in our marriage was never a skip.
She tried tested whatever she could,
But that seductive fling took me away-as ashes are flown after a spark in the wood.
To lend me some support She held my shoulder and hand
As I was under the influence of some alcoholic content.
Little did she know that I have not just lost my balance, but my loyalty too…
I have been hiding from her all that is true.
Just when that money digger found another man
I boozed off thinking that I was the guilty one
The next day when I woke up that bed tea on my side table
Along with a her letter rested
She ended her life and the emotions she invested
That was the toughest sip I took
Of the bed tea my beautiful wife always used to cook…