False Pretence
In times it may or
perhaps never ever dawn
Loser would you always remain
in your devious plans drawn
I do not love you
and likewise it's around
Pity it isn't, nor sympathy
but guess morally we seem bound
Suffering has been constant
denominator all along
With no let up in intensity
always showing strong
Acceptance is the remedy
With time acting as balm
Learn would we to live again
separately in somewhat peace and calm
poem by Sunny Chopra
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