An Violent Course

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I almost had bitten her to death I had lost trust and faith She was impossible to tackle I was in rage and struck her head on table Was I becoming cruel animal? I was loosing calm on her arrival She was very much irritant My reaction was hostile and instant What was the reason to infuriate? Why were we doing everything to vitiate? Why no one as coming to help and initiate? Out side people knew we were so intimate It was going well with no worry I too was not taking any steps in hurry I used to tell her in advance an earnest sorry She used to be in pain looked very weary She had all the characters of good woman She knew exactly how to respect man She did whatever possibly could do She served me in her capacity very true She wanted her companion to remain at ease She preferred lonely life with peace That could have been very fine I did smell rat and acted as swine I almost mistrusted her and took to offence I used to vigil on her and watched from fence She was proving hostile and almost impossible I could see unhappiness on face which was very much visible She was welcome all over and got immense fame I tried to find out the reason with shame Why everybody loved her and I failed? Why I felt jealousy in four walls of jail? I had no reason to feel insecure She was loved by all and almost sure Why I failed to promise her and reassure? She remained holy and almost pure It was driving me desperately to the corner I was in no mood to have support or garner She did her best to come to an understanding I had set the course and didn’t go for mending I developed tendency to hate She could sense it very late She had no option but to surrender I was cutting her strength from under Why she was loved by all and I couldn’t? Why I made excuses and daily fought? It was desperately driving me to the corner I took her for granted and considered as owner It is greatness on the part of female She always accepts the dominance of male I am unable to understand what makes her position worst? In all the respect she puts her feet forward and sacrifices first

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