With a push of your hand,
you want me to follow you.
Because you think, “I should”
Without any qualms or debate
Without raising any doubts.
I will follow you on the promises of a brighter morrow.
Not for the social rules that are rigid and hollow.
With a disgruntled shrug
You command ‘me’ to follow you
Because ‘they’ say ‘I Will’
Without any arguments
Without a shout.
Who are they to judge?
They did not make you fall in love with me.
Oh! Or has the love evaporated?
Then let it be.
Then there’s nothing to follow you for.
I will follow you to end this facade of a relationship.