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I haven’t seen more life than what you have shown me..
Anything larger than life was you anyway..
I would turn to you when I was cheerful or had something to share..
I would look for your love when I had my daughters to care..
Waiting eagerly for you to come home, I would quickly wrap up cooking for you..
Just to hear you.. I would wrap up my chores for the day just to be with you..
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I would never wonder if there was any world outside to this life I was living with you..
I would only count my age by the number of years I have been married to you..
Now after all these years, happiness, a word so simple seems so far away..
All I was looking for was a little love and hope in life that things would get better..
I should have gone out and explored the world to see what is out there..
But now, I am as old as the sum of the sacrifices that took me to be with you..
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All that is left of me is despair and anticipation..
Even in this heartbreak my heart longs for you..
Would my life have been different without you..
It is tough to conceive but I know I cannot live without you.. !
For, You were always there for me …!
Or were you ..?!?!?!
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Originally composed on: Thursday, 13th July, 2006 at 3:42pm
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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Good portrayal of what a lot of people go through. This was written almost 4 years ago… any update poem coming out soon? I’ll look around your site some more as this is the first poem I’ve read here so maybe you’ve already posted an update to this situation.
Keep writing!
Peace,
Stephen
interesting to see – thanks
very divine piece!
Seriously, really beautiful stuff. Love your style–we are quite similar :) Soooo glad you led me to your blog!
Lisa