Rebeca, I Know
Rebeca, You're not
as you claim,
taking my name-
my friend,
but fiend.
I have my foe,
I know,
my bosom one
None.
I'm calculative, not got
anything cheaply,
shamelessly,
wonderfully.
I can read palm,
know cold and warm
Don't try to fool me,
You won't successful be!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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