He is married
She said- I am in love, but I am afraid,
She said- the feeling is strong, but unsaid.
I feel butterflies at his sight,
Heartbeats skipped the moment he eyed.
So why don’t you tell him? – I inquired.
A deep breath, she sighed!
“I can’t”- she mumbled,
“I want to, but I can’t”- she sounded troubled.
Wondering and struggling to frame words, she finally spoke-
He is married,
Married to his job, married to responsibilities,
Married to a girl and married to his family.
Please don’t judge me,
Please don’t look down on me.
These are emotions, I couldn’t control,
There is a magnetism that he beholds.
These are my emotions.
And would stay buried in me.
I wouldn’t express or think of it either,
I wouldn’t complicate his life be whatever the matter.
Now, you might think of me with low stature,
But love is pious and cannot be halted with a tagline, for the matter.
He is married, so let him be,
Needless to say, I would still love thee!
About the Author
Immersed in the love of writing, I am a B.tech graduate from Assam. My name is Arpita Mukherjee. Emotions in me have a different way of flowing free, not by sound but by strokes. This is where I let me float. Come be a part of my world and feel the emotions. “If it is writing, I place my soul on a platter for you”- Arpita