Denial is not new to me.
We are but inseparable twins,
Left overs are reserved for me.
That too a small bit.
Not an exaggeration,
I vouchsafe. Could never
find the reason however
hard I try.
The crumbs became
delicious over the time.
I turn philosophical. Forced
to reconcile with a smile.
Those who got the plum
relish and rejoice.
Blessed children!
Fortunate. Destiny’s will
I am happy as well
working hard every day.
Apprehensive, of their
deceits, I move on.
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