For us, it's to stay in a relation.
You've told the bond
Is necessary utmost.
Adjustment you say.
And for me it's struggle.
The dregs are going to get dry.
And the saliva has seeped in,
Where once was love, exhilarating
Now, for god's sake,
It's simply the onus,
To bear away with, brows drooping.
For you, it's simple to ignore.
As soon as you've curved my destiny
[As if you think you've done me favor]
The validity of being the master of somebody,
Is the complacency,
Which makes you to think,
Like the food, and drink,
Me, too, taken for granted ,
Can repeatedly used and molested ,
How many times your bloody
Spirit does permit you to wrench.
For me, it's compromise.
Since, the family bears your name.
And the tensed moments turn the
Equation from "we' into "I",
I have to beg the apology
For making everything fine.
So, it remains there,
Happiness ever lasting.
That's called the peaceful coexistence,
In family-the mythical shrine.
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