A HERCULEAN BASTRAD LIKE YOU

                                                            

You never said I was your sun; you never said I was your moon;

Thought you were just being practical, what a fool I was;

There were nights when you did not bid me good night;

And the rainy days I love was just so lame for you.

I left a job paying me in squares just to be with you;

You saw no reason in my care for you;

And my poems never brought tears in your eyes,

I fed your ego till I was broke.

My phone calls were but nuisance to you;

And the messages were a holy crap;

I cried and you laughed at my shrink;

You ambitions mattered to you most; my dreams were just a fading lotus.

Saw the picture of a rapist on the daily yesterday;

Thought it was you,

Read an article of a psychotic killer yesterday;

Thought it was you.

What good did I get from loving you so much?

Was just the sense of knowing that I have indeed loved a man,

A man who was a bastard;

Indeed, you are a Herculean bastard. 

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.