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Living has become a fighting ring,
And now I have to indulge in mental battles,
And moral wranglings forced upon me,
BY those who know just nothing,
About coping bravely and stoically,
Silently and with great self control,
And trying to end 'debates' peacefully...

Promises are not treated as promises,
Words and virtues have lost sanctity,
Men have become 'servants' of women,
Whom they married -- as they said -- for love only.

I often take out some time during nights,
Under an open starry or half-clouded sky,
And at such times I have to force myself,
To unwind, relax and on God's help, rely.

My father arranged my marriage with 'her',
Who did not respect father or mother,
Sister, relatives, friends or a neighbor.
He made it happen so stealthily
After leaving my mother bitter and lonely
In this same month of May, some years ago,
Telling us he was missing his old mother...or so...
Then he got blackmailed by his "trusted" relatives
Who connived secretly and with evil sagacity...

To make a long version of events short,
I will just mention that I was neatly caught,
And forced into wedlock in an alien nation,
With a woman for whom I had no passion,
I never cared much about her physical looks,
But her morals upset me as the strange union,
Made me "sacrifice" my ideals and dreams,
And become the victim-husband of evil schemes.

Well, to cut it even shorter, I did my very best,
To make the marriage not fail in its test...
I do not claim that I was the perfect man,
But to make it work, I did all a guy can,
I loved my God and when she needed me,
I gave her all she wanted: love, home, family...
Yet she was a female who loved persecution,
And made me feel ashamed for each good action.

God gave her more than 20 'homes' to settle down,
But she was the proverbial 'Fisherman's Wife --
Who thought she was a queen and I her clown...
And I did it as ordained, without a frown.
Gave her all she wanted in many a good town.

However, no matter how much I tried,
She linked me with women and skilfully lied,
That I was "involved" with the women we met,
Be it at parties, at malls not to forget the 'guest'...
For over a decade and more I implored and prayed,
To God Almighty to rectify her and her thinking,
Yet I tell you the truth that nothing was changing.
Clothes, jewellery, cars, villas and tours,
Shopping and spending were her 'hobbies' and 'chores'...

In a marriage, both sides have to be willing,
To make it survive, with mutual understanding,
I went out of my way... more than quite often,
And as she desired -- God gave us sweet children.
Two sons and a daughter, in a home where affluence,
Did all it could to change her with all its influence,
But the union "arranged" by my pa was getting doomed,
And divorce ended it all... for, she could not be groomed...
To be a good wife or even a caring mother,
The home has to be her concern and shelter,
And when we parted -- even though our daughter --
Lunged at her to be hugged at the airport lounge,
She shrugged her off as if it didn't matter --
I was awe-struck at such unimaginable gesture,
Of a mother who had said goodbye to her sons,
And walked off without even hugging her own daughter....

So, while I have quit my contests in the ring,
I am still involved in the art of mind-fighting:
I am a guy who worships and loves God,
And three years ago He bestowed His reward:
I came across a woman and fell in love with her--
-- While still doing all I could as a good father,
To my sons and my daughter, living with me,
And love uniting us like it did the "Bonanza" family...

Now, the maiden I fell in love with also loves me,
Yet the passing of time wrecks me deep and fully,
For I want to be with her -- my feminine ideal...
With whom I pray my visions become real.
There is not a shred of doubt when I say I love her,
And this feeling makes me all the more stronger,
I have not been whipped by any man all these years,
And know that my love for my woman will overpower,
The stabbing pain that 'drives me to the ropes' at times,
And hits me below the belt while I 'stiffen' my spine.
I have faced awesome odds but have always won,
For God has made me tough, like Thor and Samson.
I like my work and I love my profession,
That's why the silent midnight gives me high tension...

All said and done...at least for tonight...
I end with a message of love to my woman,
That I love her and will love her as long as I live,
While wishing we meet soon, love and have fun,
Enjoy the starry nights from hilltops quite lofty,
And make the most of everything in the sun:
Our life full of peace, love, happiness and joy,
Plus the undying affection we plan to enjoy:
Let me dream about this as the moon smiles by,
For it is almost dawn and morning... quite nigh...