He was thrashed and beaten up daily for an innocent mistake. A mistake for which he wasn't guilty for committing. He wouldn't mind to fall in love with her again and again. For this mistake, this pain was nothing. He was ready to face any wrath to be in love.
Was it wrong love someone so deep? Pain seemed nothing to him. He was confined in dark room where Willington had right to torture him for having an affair with his wife. Srinivasan didn't complain for the only reason that no man even him could stand the woman in their life to be smitten by the other man.
His only wish was to see her and know whether everything was fine. But that was just a wistful thinking. He knew that his life would be taken if they got to know his wish.
He was aware of the status of his life. He would be sent to that dreadful island which was known as hell for rebels. He was no rebel. But they painted him as person who manipulated the General's wife to get his revenge for losing his job.
Whenever Willington left Srinivasan free, he would think about her. What had happened to her? Was she fine? Did she miss him? Did she still love him? While he pondered on these thoughts, he would put them in poem though he had nothing to write.
The pain is sweet
like the honey.
from the nature best
Life is useless
without love
This distance hurts,
her memories tears
while I smile
when the world hits
me mercilessly
While he was in hell, she was in devastating condition. Nothing seemed fine than love. Death was better than life.She stared at the knife. Was it easy to give up life for love? Maybe. She picked up the knife and spoke softly to herself," Why should I live when my love is facing all the pain?"
( To be continued)
Was it wrong love someone so deep? Pain seemed nothing to him. He was confined in dark room where Willington had right to torture him for having an affair with his wife. Srinivasan didn't complain for the only reason that no man even him could stand the woman in their life to be smitten by the other man.
His only wish was to see her and know whether everything was fine. But that was just a wistful thinking. He knew that his life would be taken if they got to know his wish.
He was aware of the status of his life. He would be sent to that dreadful island which was known as hell for rebels. He was no rebel. But they painted him as person who manipulated the General's wife to get his revenge for losing his job.
Whenever Willington left Srinivasan free, he would think about her. What had happened to her? Was she fine? Did she miss him? Did she still love him? While he pondered on these thoughts, he would put them in poem though he had nothing to write.
The pain is sweet
like the honey.
from the nature best
Life is useless
without love
This distance hurts,
her memories tears
while I smile
when the world hits
me mercilessly
While he was in hell, she was in devastating condition. Nothing seemed fine than love. Death was better than life.She stared at the knife. Was it easy to give up life for love? Maybe. She picked up the knife and spoke softly to herself," Why should I live when my love is facing all the pain?"
( To be continued)
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