Her prescient prediction
about people was seldom wrong,
But once when she needed it the most,
it ditched her,
for she ignored all signs of his philandering,
lingering all the time along.
The world called it madness,
She assumed it to be love.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Beautiful poem
Beautiful. And it resonates so much with me. It just hit my soul to its very core.
Ah the power we have to convince ourselves despite all evidence to the contrary. Think we’ve all been there…
Thanks so much for your sweet comment. I am glad you can relate 🌸🌸
Thanks so much for your kind read
Thanks so much for reading it so beautifully
haha..happens to the best of us my friend.Well penned.
Thanks so much for reading
Very beautiful creation.👌👌👌
Thanks so much Madhusudan
Lovely!
Thanks so much
You’re welcome!
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