The Trophy Wife

The Trophy Wife

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?!


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