The truth
That you flanked and I denied,
That you plunged and I survived.
The truth
That throve on your hunger and disguised my love,
That was your amuse but my only job.
The truth
That you ditched and I caved,
That you flinched and I saved.
The truth
That smelled of your alcohol and my blood,
That craved for your mercy and my nerve.
The truth
That was intense than death and colder than ice,
That was cruel than rapist and played on dice.
The truth
That there was only you and I was a lie,
As the truth is free, I can happily die.
The truth
ReplyDeleteThat the poem was splendid and I could only admire.
Thank you Hat-boy...your admiration, my credit..:)
DeleteIntense and beautifully written.
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Such a nice poem!
ReplyDeleteAnd the accompanying picture is really great!
I am proud that an Odia girl is writing such intense poems
ReplyDeleteThank you The Gardener...I'm also proud of my identity...:)
DeleteAnd happy that you liked it. :)
realy its splendid,amazn
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Ajay Kontham
Intense and fiery!!:-)
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