Divorce By R. Krishnamurthy

You don’t like my smile
You keep away from me by a mile
You are not dazed by my curves
You seem to be full of nerves

Your eyes are red cinders
Shooting daggers
You seem to be possessed by devil
You seem to have intentions evil

There is a change in your visage
It doesn’t convey a love message
Are you going to be an Othello
Is your mind poisoned by an Iago

You know half the truth
You doubt my worth
But we can seek a divorce
That is the best recourse