Bitter Truth

Here I was feeling sorry for a woman...
Thinking she’d be alone all said and done...
Little did I know she had claws and spewed venom ...
And she inflicted pain on me with gay abandon...

Here I was thinking how sad she'd be...
To have had to leave everything and go away suddenly..
How naive I was to assume that she'd have mellowed...
A great shock to me was everything that followed...

Here I was feeling for her when I used to enter home ..
When I used to come across her stuff and then some ..
When A look at my son’s face would reveal ..
His helplessness, which I would also feel ..

Does she not understand the daily troubles we face ..
Does she not know her son’s smile is fake ..
After all that repeatedly took place ..
Why did I even think she deserved a break ..

She remains the same bitter woman...
Who still harbors hate about someone...
Someone who cared for her even while she was sour...
Who loved her once.. come to think of it..What for?