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How  dearly I paid when I learnt about your lies,

Honeyed-words glazed in caramel and spice!

I took you for my mother,

Her shadow you weren’t, rather.

My hands were thrust in yours son’s

But, Lady you forget, my spirit wasn’t unto anyone given.

Your ill will, loathing and envy

Forever charred our destiny.

Embers of past still set my soul aflame

With forgiveness, Lord you must my spirit tame.

Oh how I wish I could those scars erase!

Lord mercy me, set me free from this bewildering maze.


Mumtaz N K

12-10 -2020
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