Written in a time when my husband complained that I was chatting too much and that I need to exercise some limits.
Don’t talk to me about keeping limits
All I do is just a few chats
Do I give you much grief?
You make me feel like a tattered leaf
Do I create a ruckus
Without serving any purpose?
Words of disapproval, you utter
My mind becomes delicate like butter
Please drill this into your head
My love for you will never be dead
It’s a deep love, divinely pristine
I want you to remain serene
Is keeping a distance your choice?
Listen to your heart’s voice
I may lose my mind’s poise
But I will not make a noise
I will miss the colors of their love
And cry silently like a dove
