my life wouldn't be my own
to do as I please anymore
the moment I said 'I do'
in whatever language, culture or religion
in whatever manner
Every decision I made thereafter
I'd have to consider her opinion too
for she'd be the one
who'd be directly affected
if anything happened to me
in the course of my endeavors
So when I wept openly in frustration
over a job which overwhelmed me
need anyone ask why
I had to cry over something so trivial?
No, it wasn't just for myself that I wept
but due to a choice I recklessly took
I took her along with me
into the misery of agonizingly confused days
and long troubled sleepless nights.
And the nightmare
still haunts me today