Your man's back, wounded and lost, <br />Long has it been, since you saw him last. <br />He's defeated in his fight, long and hard <br />Atleast he's back, you are glad at heart. <br /> <br />Reach for the apple, as you sit by his bed, <br />Unbroken the peels fall, long strips red. <br />You smile inwardly, as for sure you know <br />Time's a healer, another chance's bestowed. <br /> <br />Revenge, long as it lasts, consumes all <br />Only emptiness, guilt, at the end of it all. <br />No good comes out of it, no one's benifited <br />You'd tried convincing, yet your man had fled. <br /> <br />The apple's neatly peeled, quatered and cut, <br />Your man's come around, sitting up and alert. <br />He's strained, weak and his head is down <br />But lesson's been learnt, now you will lead him on. <br /> <br />You smile warmingly, and offer him the fruit <br />He glares at you; strikes the plate with his fist <br />Disbelieving and hurt, you watch as he walks off again <br />The apple's squashed on the floor. All that remains is pain. <br /> <br />[22 - Aug - 2008] <br />[Bangalore]<br /><br />Aniruddha P N<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-that-remains-5/
