BEYOND REASON’S CALL

BEYOND REASON’S CALL


You think I’m a poison weed
And have shattered your life.
You no longer find comfort
In the arms of your wife.

I have sacrificed for you
My each cherished desire,
But now from my company
You so want to retire.

I wish you could tell me why
You’re not faithful to me;
Why you hit me so often
Causing ignominy.

No, I won’t ask any more
Nasty questions at all.
I know you have no answers,
You’re beyond reason’s call.


• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.


M C Gupta
1 January 2009