Few broken patches.

Note: Few things in life never seem sorted. 

At times, life is so confusing. 

Maybe, because we don't want to settle things,

or to somewhere compromise. 

So, we end up not only hurting ourselves,

but also, hurting people attached with us.

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Few broken patches.

It was light, in that day;

When they talked,

described their thoughts,

to each other, their ways.

As years of trust,

of belongingness had been,

they knew, they were there-

for each other, everyday.

Still, they fought that moment,

as her husband’s style had been,

that he was weak at heart,

that he had been like that always.

When, he would let others,

do him bad, and still would let it.

How could she let it be,

when he hurt himself, 

she was hurt too in degree.

Weak as he had been,

he fought with her on no matter-

she little deserved it, 

and he went away.

She felt too bad, but it was-

what she always did.

Whenever, he little understood-

what her point was,

what she had wanted to make.

She knew, that in every act of his,

he did hurt himself too;

but, she knew he would be back,

and after awhile, it would be,

all normal, as it had been-

for years and years hence,

since they were together,

in the bond of marriage.

The differences were there,

she couldn’t herself lessen,

it asked for his efforts too-

only if he understood, 

what her dreams were,

only of goodness for him,

and nothing else. 

She prayed to God, as she did-

it was her daily prayer, and she sung-

the rhymes in praise of the Lord.

She smiled, in the company of her-

friends. She distributed them sweets,

the Prasad. Yet, she waited for her,

husband to arrive in the evening-

from work. When all those differences,

of the day- would eventually lessen.

Yes, the way it had always been.

Yet, few differences couldn’t be sorted.

Yet, she had let it to be what it was like.

And, things were normal between herself-

and her husband. And, it was again-

how he did hurt her, every other day.

To hurt her, how he hurt himself,

but he didn’t quite understand.

It was how it was, her story to be.

Nothing much to be thought for,

it was all in life she had accepted.

To let the heart at pain, it was all,

how life was needlessly left to be.

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Gagandeep Singh Vaid