To make you understand that he was right.
What happened that night,
Was all my lapse.
He was waiting for me in his house.
Waiting for my love.
But I was enjoying the feast,
Leaving him to wait for me.
After the gala, having no place to go then,
I remembered about him.
I know how intensely he loved me.
He feared whether I would go from him.
He loved me so much that he could find my thoughts.
But I never.
I had other affairs, I confess.
I was not committed to him.
So I tried to appeal him by my words.
I said him, I loved him.
I said him, I worshipped him.
He found me from my heart.
Not my words.
When he twisted my hair round my neck,
I became conscious of his love.
As he said, I "felt no pain then".
Even God supported him.
NB:
Reinterpretation of "Porphyria's Lover" by Robert Browning from the perspective of Porphyria.
ഫസ്റ്റ് സെം പോർഫീറിയാസ് ലവർ ക്ലാസിൽ പഠിപ്പിച്ച ദിവസം എഴുതിയതാണ്. അന്നു എവിടെയോ എഴുതി വച്ചത് കൊറോണ സമയത്ത് കിട്ടി. ഇവിടെ ഇടുന്നു.
