Ah friendship! To what depths can you plummet,
In the advent of your sombre twilight?
Does your back oozing red not highlight
The stark imminence of your sorry death?
Time was when you fed your morsels of faith
To a parched palate lying stripped of taste;
But all now fills this drab expanse of waste
Is the portent of your lumbering wraith!
Yes, I, the wretched king of 'ungrateful's,
Has seen you writhing in my betrayal,
Despite your standing by gold-tinted rules-
All of which- now consigned to history,
Has, doubtless, enticed the friend disloyal
To stab your back to end your misery.
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Have I read this one before??
ReplyDeleteI felt so.... though am not so sure.
It seems so.... apt. As though I can empathise with the one betrayed.
Intense one Asiman...:) Nice!!
Thanks Didi....you know better Didi :) But all we can do is to move ahead and leave it all behind, and pray that people who really deserve our attention should have the fortune of our acquaintance.
ReplyDeletewaiting for new one. :) as promised in mail.
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