Wheels  Of A  Cart

You claim you have given me the best years of your life

You say you’ve wasted your life by becoming my wife

But tell me; are you the only one consigned to doom?

Did I not lose anything when I became your groom?

If your talents got neglected and your career you lost

Do you really believe you’re the only one who paid the cost?

What about me? And the freedom I craved?

And that by marrying you I became enslaved

I gave up my carefree life when I became your spouse

Toiled from dawn to dusk to give you this house

Though with the house a beautiful home you have made

And my appreciation for this I have always conveyed

Perhaps I don’t use the kind of language you wish to hear

But as a man, I show my feelings quite differently, my dear

You’ve given me children that I am proud of today

Without you I couldn’t have them, what more can I say?

I’ve tried to give you all the material comforts you need

They just didn’t fall from heaven; I had to toil for them indeed

I know you have worked hard in order to keep house

But to suggest that only you work is indeed an unfair grouse

We’re two wheels of a cart banded and bonded by steel

And you know a cart wouldn’t move if it had but one wheel

Due to the years the wheels suffer from wear and tear

But life’s slow journey we both as parallels share

So please stop complaining that for me you’ve lost out on life

And don’t forget that you were quite eager to become a wife

Would you have preferred to live with me and not marry?

And risk having to move from Tom to Dick and then Harry?

If marriage was a mistake, it’s a mistake we’ve both made

Though we had no choice and the table was already laid

If you’re counting sacrifices, then count my sacrifices too

I too gave up many things when I decided to marry you

 ~Siddharth Sanyal~