Nothing more to keep firm.
nothing else to hold intact.
So saying the lady
walked out in disdain
spilling out a displeasure
that had rocked her for years.
It is a truth that she was deprived.
Her patience has been tested.
Brooking no more of such deceit
she walked out with disdain
spilling out her displeasure.
that burnt her all these years.
Each word when recalled still pierces.
Each act when recollected still hurts.
Each move when remembered still deflects.
The lady walked out in disdain
spilling out the displeasure
that had wrecked her life all these years.
The walk of disdain would not stay calm.
The thought of anger would remain composed.
The feeling of loss would not keep long
All would bring out a tumultuous thunder
breaking the family into a pieced flounder
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Meenas Poems 