Hidden down somewhere beneath
many layers of the trenchant heart,
some remain charming
and few unpleasant reminiscences
of the yesteryears
Though invisible,
yet it portrayed her dwindle image,
covered in strata of million contrived emotions,
some real,
and few perturbed human charades
And in the midst of the confusions
existed her semblance,
lost in a sea of thoughts,
stashed in a dark abyss of rotten broth
Yet after eons of spurious disappearance,
she was standing tall,
displaying truth,
speaking verse harsh and rife,
questioning each one of his pretentious smiles,
and doubting his pompous strife
as she walked back into his life
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what a beautiful story this told.
A great story indeed which can be incorporated in every sphere of a woman’s life.You have carved a niche for yourself.💙✌️🏻
Thanks so much, Wendi. Deeply appreciate your words
Thanks so much for your lovely words 🌸🌸
truly my pleasure Shantanu.
😊🌸
Excellent storytelling, Shantanu!
Thanks so much, Diana for always reading my work so beautifully
This is beautiful!
Thanks so much for reading
Beautiful 👌👌👌
Thanks so much, Yasmin ❤️
You’re welcome!