‘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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Priya Washikar

Priya Washikar is an English teacher and blogger. She loves to dabble in poetry and short fiction. She teaches Creative Writing and Poetry to kids and adults at her online classes "It's Only Words". She feels blessed that she's got an opportunity to convert her passion into profession.

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