A heretic I sound
while saying, I
do not support divorce.
Brought up with beliefs
one man one wife
could make life.
I am unable to brook
the separation for reasons
big or small, serious or flimsy.
I plead unity, beseech
adjustments, call it a resignation
whatever might be.
Life with the second
is beyond my imagination
seems sacrilegious.
The second one is second hand
to me. I refuse to substitute
my plate for another’s.
Faults can become defaults,
rudeness will convert to kindness,
Forgive and forget is my mantra.
Realizing is a reward.
Meenas Poems 