The noose tightens
the opposition grows.
Neelima is shattered,
she is being deceived.
Her pounding heart
makes her instable.
Will she be outsmarted?
Will she succumb to the ploy?
My suspicion mounts.
I turn panicky.
Not cowed by manipulations
Neelima regains self.
Talks gently hinting broadly
she means what she says,
She wants her share, It should be
a fair division,
If anyone plays the game
she will not fight till the end,
The listeners understand
that she is no sport.
They stop their deceit
then and there.
Start to work on a feasible
alternative. She has set
the ball rolling, She walks
out with a satisfaction,
Those who plotted
hang their heads in shame.
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