Cheated

Waiting, waiting, waiting with my eyes wide open, dressed up in my sexiest satin gown

He walks in with phone in his hand, typing at his best

I start laying the table with the glasses of wine, thinking my man now needs to have some rest

He comes close to me, and mentions about his bad day, I take a sigh and tell him I am here to compensate

He chooses to ignore it and walks straight to the bedroom

I am left questioning — “Did I say something wrong?”

Then, I hear him giggle with some girl over the phone

I choose not to question because being tolerant is what we are taught

I just settle my arrangement and make a quick change

Trying to sleep with teary eyes, hearing him texting somebody strange

He keeps the phone aside and looks out of the window

Compares the beauty of the moon to “Roshni”

But that is not my name.

-Muskan Khurana