~WHO AM I TO SAY~

The day I spoke to another man’s wife
My heart got chilled like ice
When I looked into her eyes
I couldn’t utter a thing
Because that beast in there was still lying
I couldn’t say a word because
I wasn’t better off than him
I felt I could have done more, I could have improved
Myself twice or even thrice and I felt to mine,
I shouldn’t have even told those lies.

The day I spoke to another man’s wife in tears
I saw heaven and hell looking sternly at me
My system began to unfold.
I wished I could have told her;
Tarry with him for some while
Even though, your soul looks so wild.
Because to mine, I should have tight held.
Sadness seized me with his hands that were so cold,
I wished I could have to him approached in bold
And told; Hey! Don’t be such a fool and too cold,
You really need to cherish her as your only gold
But who am I to say, when mine I have been
Cold on and unable to long hold?

The day I spoke to another man’s wife
I caught myself having an affair with her.
I heard a voice whispering stop-stop
But I looked her, in her own eyes and said;
If heaven and hell can have you for eternity
Why can’t I have you for just this moment?
I nearly said to her what a whore you are!
But who am I to say, when myself
I was arrested in her web?

The day I saw another man’s wife masturbating
My mind ran off the rail and
I began to build mansions so I could live in that moment
As I felt my ink, beginning to drip while
I thought would be a good topic to discuss
With my wife-
To tell her how filthy and what a cheat
That neighbour’s wife was.
But who am I to say,
When myself I have found on top of her more than necessary
Who am I to point a finger at one?
When the rest points back at me-
Who am I to really say this one is fit and that one not.
Who-who am I to say?