She is resentful,
Often wears her rife badge on,
When confronted,
Her rage rapidly burgeons.
He tried everything,
to make her feel at ease,
But even the display of comfort,
Turns her visage into many shades of pique.
The horrid past,
Often puts her in dismay,
But he knows,
One day she will come along his way.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Oh dear. She sounds in a bit of a state
I’d like to meet her 😊
Lovely. She would Definitely come. 💕
Hopefully she does. May be she was hurt earlier and is scared to trust anybody now.
It is a figment of imagination dear 🌸😊
I am sure. Thank you Jaya 😊🌸
I hope so too. Thank you for the read
Yes, she is. Thanks for reading
I thought you were talking about me 😂
If I ever write for you it will be fragrance of lavender, shine of the sun and calmness of the moon – not this. You deserve the best 🌸😊
Aww 😍. You just made my day thank youuuuuuuuuu.
You are welcome
Shame.
Welcome
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I am sure she will! 😉
A poem filled with hope for love
😊🌸❤️thank you
Thanks a lot, Megha
So she will…with your beautiful words of persuasion.
You are so kind dear
You are welcome. 😊
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