He was exhausted by a long day- the interview day.
Got selected, he calls her before he tells his family.
She did not react the same way as she used to,
“That may be because she’s still angry”.
Still bemused by her tone, he started wondering,
“Is it the same person I have known for years?”
“I wish to spend my afterlife with you, if that’s possible.” used to be his reply whenever she asked, “How long would you stay with me?”
But she felt he treated her as an option,
And that he underappreciated her affection.
“I wish to brush off my parents' gloom”, he would assert.
In fear of depriving his parents’ diligence of a worthy heir, he pushed himself harder;
Why are my intentions so wrong?
I had accepted this to my mind and soul,
“Whatever may come, we were destined to be close.”
Turned out my actions voiced more than what’s inside.
I am no Batman, so it’s not what I do that defines me;
It’s my intentions that cast and mould me.
At first I was the same- judged you on how you behaved.
But when I started looking through your anger, you decided to put yourself aside from your own motion.
I seem to have made a choice, but how could you be so sure of what it was?
You decided to see what it looked like to you, did you bother scouting for what’s beyond?
What you’ve done.
You had no intentions of doing wrong to me;
Since you though...