Arrows

With these tattered clothes,
And a numb heart
I repeat all those vows thee once made
Those beautiful eyes,
A soft bosom where I laid
These walls, roof, and these lamps,
Are witness to all your lies and mischief
In these worldly affairs,
We lost the kingdom
I lost the queen,
And thee lost thy king,
Nonetheless, we say,
True love never finds its shore
I wondered how lucky we were,
But alas, failed,
We couldn’t retain it.
Every day I live,
was not less than a curse,
I can’t choke their words,
They shoot these arrows
With intense hate and force,
And most of them hit thy dwelling place,
Profusely I bleed,
You were watching silently
But preferred not to make any move,
With a grin on your face,
You turned away.