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Happily Ever After.....

The last one of the trilogy. I thot of makin this another tragic end like most of my poems. But, due to popular demand. I had to make the ending predictable and happy. :)
Hope you enjoyed the series :D


The Memories that were buried deep down in my insane heart,
Did not stay there for too long, I just let them die,
I knew I had to play my part,
As a husband, a father and let the past just fly by.
It was son’s high school year when she came back,
She wanted to meet; she gave me a call,
I knew I was strong at heart and I would cut no slack
She told me she had loved me too much and made a request too tall.
She wanted to be mine now…After all these years.
I told her I was married and I had a son,
The next moment, I could see her still angelic face, wet with tears,
I did not know what to do; I stood there, every single second wanting to run.
She told me, she would go,
But, she wanted a first and a last kiss,
My conscience wouldn’t let me do it, B’cos I loved my wife that much so,
My life till now was in a state of bliss,
sans confusion, problems and thoughts about the past.
I took her hand, held her close,
She looked up at me with her eyes filled with passion and love,
I kissed her forehead gently and said goodbye,
She looked at me pained and hurt,
She turned back and walked away, never to return.
I went back home that day,
Only just to love my wife more than ever.
I thought I will be… I was, The Memories remained, and I let them go,
I beat myself in the battle of thoughts only just to live
Happily Ever After…………….

Comments

  1. OMG! u stinker! u let d man kiss her!!!!
    it was still nice but frankly speakin, i liked the 1st and 2nd more than the 3rd

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  2. kissing on the forehead u crazy freak!!!!

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  3. :-s and I was of the notion kissing on the forehead is more of a way to express affection which is more fatherly!!

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  4. @vinay - fatherly! what nonsense :P I beg to differ.. :P

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  5. @Divs: ya can keep beggin to differ :P but seriously does everyone think so?? :-s

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  6. Hey cmon.. writer's license says u can write wat u feel is right! :)

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  7. soumya, writer's license says he can write anytin n critics hav their rights too :)
    macha vinay.... fatherly!!!! wateva.....

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  8. True, ramya.. Critics have their writer's license too :)

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