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Neela Nath


Love's Prison


I'll put a
red red sign
after my marriage
with you,
on my fore-head.
Worshiping God,
I'll cook for you!
You will say,
the words of love
without any pretension.
And there will be no
falsehood or lies
on the way of our life.

My friend told these
words to her lover.
Her lover said- - - -
Dear, I'll rather
have my meal
from any restaurant.
Please, don't try
to love me,
or cook for me,
because, I'll hate
to be in
love's prison!

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Topic of this poem: love


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  • Bronze Star - 7,093 Points Mr. Nobody (3/13/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    Wow! Nice. I often wrestle with ownership vs. a couple purely based love

    This subject recently inspired me to write a few verses called I own the woman

    very nice, keep them coming! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,242 Points Neela Nath (3/9/2014 10:35:00 PM)

    Allan, I wrote this poem, thinking a simple plot on a relationship which might have reached to marriage.After marriage most of such relationships turn stale, boring.We must take care of our personal likes and dislikes too.But, we forget that and keep busy ourselves doing the household works keeping aside our silted emotion.Thanks for focusing on the thought. | (Report) Reply

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