an allegation
slung at me
every day with anger.
“It is always you”
an accusation
targeted at me
each day with hatred
” it is because of you”
a kind of admonition
holds me aghast
all days.
“The opportunities
that would have come
have fizzled out
because of you”, he screams,
is it me? really me
who owes responsibility
for his debacle, as he quoths,
both in transparent and latent,
It is his his mind the creator
of all troubles I see
nothing other, he is prejudiced.
I do not know the reason.
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