Ignore My Talks, I Do Love You Poem by P K Joy

I beg you to realize
that I am a woman.
My weakness often manifests
as uncontrolled talk.
When I calm down
I do realize the mess I make
And in your absence, believe me,
I remorsefully moan.
I nag you when we meet.
Even I utter loathsome curse.
But when you’re away,
I pray for you with tears.
I ask God that even a
thorn shouldn’t hurt your foot
And look forward to your return,
vowing not to fight!
But, once you’re back at home,
I forget my solemn vow!
Seized by possessiveness I would
start with “why are you late?
Did you visit your girl friend,
sweet old class mate? ”
Soon you would become irate.
Screams and roars will follow.
This we repeat every night.
So most of our nights are sleepless.
I wish you to ignore my talks
like the clatter of bamboo leaves?