Deep in heart’s depth I admit,
The love’s gift, which dares me, fit.
The vision of soul visualises this,
my bachelor of laws married to his.

Lest then I conceived a thought, it seemed
throughout my cynical passion, it beamed.
The truth apart from facts and figure,
or may be in form of anxiety and angers.

Lies always lied here I was bent, the fair,
fears accompanied like friend’s pair,
survival of love was desperate for life
as blissful days and nights of a wife.

No explanation and acknowledgments were
in preview of Sita’s years
Acceptance of kings see no
accident and tears.
Chronic is the sufferings of subtle unknown,
mysterious is the world of my own.