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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She and I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poetry in me<br>Is not mine<br>It is hers...<br>And she is not me<br>She is the lover<br>And I am the wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She comes in me<br>Time and again<br>The uncalled for guest<br>Yet I always play the host.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She details her sorrows<br>And I listen to her<br>Lending my patient ears<br>To her endless pathos…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gives me love<br>And I, my sympathies.<br>She beseeches me, <br>Implores me, <br>Moving me to tears, <br>She cries with me...<br>Offering me her poetry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I offer her my<br>Consolation.<br>Telling her to live on…<br>So that life gets its chance<br>As Death comes only once<br>And forever…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has been true to life, <br>Yet life keeps playing<br>With her…<br>Enticing her <br>With the hope of miracles, <br>Prodding her to believe in God<br>And some faraway dreams to live for…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet reasons aplenty to die for…<br>If Death could only come<br>And relieve her of this tiring game<br>Where Life seeks her, pursues her, <br>To go on striving to live<br>Till Death finds her<br>Hounded and persecuted…<br>And tired of living life itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She isn’t a Coward – <br>She tells me<br>She’ll fight on…<br>I keep hearing her story, <br>The same old story<br>Again and again…<br>Yet she doesn’t bug me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She says that<br>She is a part of me<br>I deny it, she accepts it.<br>And so, me and she together<br>With our denials and acceptance<br>Of each other…<br>Remain close confidantes<br>As she has the time for me<br>And I for her…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loving him hasn’t been easy<br>She knows it, I do too…<br>Impossible living without him<br>Yet we both live on…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Addicted to love, <br>With his thoughts, <br>Dreams and desires…<br>Both of us -<br>Mere mortals living like animals<br>With pangs of hunger and thirst<br>Never going away…<br>Would there ever be <br>Any Respite? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wish our souls had no bodies<br>And our minds were without hearts<br>May be then -<br>It would have been easier<br>To live on, to keep existing…<br>Like body-less souls and<br>Heart-less minds<br>Sans the pain, the tears<br>The feelings and desires...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In perpetual pain, <br>This existence…<br>She always tells me<br>And I always listen<br>Like a helpless friend, <br>Unable to heal the pain <br>She feels within me…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q>
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Is not mine
It is hers...
And she is not me
She is the lover
And I am the wife.

She comes in me
Time and again
The uncalled for guest
Yet I always play the host.

She details her sorrows
And I listen to her
Lending my patient ear..."></div>
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