Dating : A Prisoner in love Speaks

A free verse poem.

Given all the conditions
And myths and fairy
Tales you had
Engrossed me with,
All the lies and canopies
Of truth over them,

With real living
People surrounding me, feeding
Me constantly, those myths
Torturing me continuously

Like jailers.

What else
Could I have done?

Except waiting, in
The cold compartment
Of my solitary life.
A cold cell
In my private Andaman.