The Trophy Wife

Priya Washikar posted under PenMuse-52 Poetry on 2023-05-17

Grave is oft our life's irony. Oh! How I wished I had cognized this truth. Myriad secrets buried in my doleful heart. Unspoken is my agony. Agony, ache and a dull life; Were the only gifts you showered me with. When all I'd ever wanted was love and respect; I just remained the namesake wife. Wife of a famed celebrity. I carried the so-called badge with elan. I realized, albeit a bit too late that; T'was my only identity. Identity is what we crave; And that is the only thing that matters. After all isn't that the only priceless treasure, That we shall carry to our grave?!     Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!