Pretense
Blame it on the impromptu event, I now seek your advice. For a new affliction that may crescent, As I call it all my vice. For love, oh love, do not descend, I call you my paradise. Yet with abomination, I will pretend, And my heart, I criticize. For I didn’t watch who I should befriend, Now my remedies don’t suffice. All my sins that I had profoundly penned, Must come along to jeopardize. For I loved one and I wasn’t content, My sorrows, I must entice. Yet my lover, my humanity I must apprehend, So not let my love, be a sacrifice. And with my utmost power of acknowledgment, Being human do I legitimize.
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Shubhrika is a fiction & Poetry writer, photographer, and YouTuber among other things. Do you read poetry? Here’s her first book: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B086W98H53/