I broke all promises
I wanted to see her home
The palace built by her father
A similar house she wanted from me
Reached her home inquiring
It was double story they told
I kept looking and imagining
The big houses in her locality
I measured the length by steps
It was double of mine house
Newly painted in cream color
Mine never painted after she left
On the roof was a spring
She must have swung high
Whenever I said I love you
Sat still fearing our future
The sides were having plants
So, she insisted me to grow some
Eyes searching dahlia she talked
The cactus, flowers she liked
A huge gate shaded by climbers
A board “Sales Tax Commissioner”
Giving a towering figure to her pa
Similar post she wanted me to get
Marbled floor with three cars
Two expensive, one with hooters
One bike, must be her brother’s
No bicycle that I drive even today
Big gallery, big rooms calligraphed
Big windows, attractive curtains
Father on the balcony in well fitted suit
Mother in sleeveless black gown
I guessed the inner decorations
So she wanted me to be a millionaire
I bowed my head in shame
Really she was a princess
She must have cried she got married
Never told she was leaving me
Did she ever desire to invite me?
A poor, coward, three years younger lover.
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