Sunday, 1 July 2012

Poem - A friend who used to believe me without a swear
















In the amidst of all the fear,
life was put into reverse gear,
within seconds the bone and muscles was to tear,
with blood their clothes were to smear.

To add to my bad luck, I had to hear,
from a friend who was very dear,


that she was a fool to trust me till here,
I lied to her where I should have been clear,
Penalty of keeping other friend's promise, I had to bear,
To my dismay, she was a friend who used to believe me without a swear.

                                                                        - N K Sran

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