Purchase Manager

a poem by Jayati

“I don’t love him anymore
My heart waits for him no more
Honest to the core
I stay duty bound as before.”

Though not a naughty woman
Smitten by strange emotion
She was out of love with her husband
Clarified her mind over the same, to him.

“My wife, mother of my child
Please forgive me if I’ve hurt
I plead, be kind, have mercy, don’t desert
Remember, together we withstood many hard winters.”

Compressed years flashed, in seconds
Epic sacrifice and affections
She hid the glistening pearls of hers
Got sold again on his remorseful words.