Expectations Poem by Shruti Goswami

I never expected you to be take interest,
I never expected you, to ask;
Never expected you when I needed the most,
It was just another task.
Expected, never to listen,
Expected, never to have time;
Expected, your indifference,
I knew, expecting would be a crime.
The chimney flames, they leap and climb,
I say, they expect the wind to be sublime;
But the wind, it plays truant,
The flames, nevertheless, pursuant.
And when all is lost and wrong,
Letting bygones be bygones,
Learning the ropes of a tricky game,
I don’t want to play it alone.
I scream in agony, the pain unbearable,
The scream rebounds, against the white walls
The echo, intolerable.
Consoling myself, eternally,
Strangling slowly, perennially;
A gradual death, it’s just a beginning,
Few touch of drops, slow poisoning.
But what of that, I do not expect.
Not expecting, is a better prospect,
Followed religiously, the pearls I gleaned,
I did what you expect,
Not expecting.