Always A Lie Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Always a lie -
My wife is complaining.
Unfaithful -
My wife is telling me.
Yet I am with her,
Day and nights.
I know all are worthless,
I know all are in dark.

Yet we are inseparable,
Yet we are taking part
In the drama, that is going on,
Since time immemorial.

When my wife smiles
I fear.
I guess some struggle
Or revolution is ahead.
But I cann't hang myself,
I cann't utter words.

I am in the waiting room
To see the sun early morning,
But I forget to pray
As my wife is near me.

What do you say about this?
Have you any opinion
About the new lifestyle?
Only I want to live at present,
But see I cannot,
Even I am not allowed.