A social responsive poem on betrayal by Poornima, in Different Truths.
I am a room full of boxes of betrayals
Stacked like files of complaints - uncared, unheard
The pretty violets on the walls are surfaces that are built to hide the cracks
You might as well believe it
At times deceits simply outperform
And you wonder if all that tallied in your life was actually worth it
I mark the betrayals with hieroglyphs
Each one unique in pain and melodrama
Each one that took a bit of my being without an effort
But this time I am unable to make a box
Your promise seems stronger than my conviction
Love is a game of greys - neither white nor black
If you ever wish to walk away
Remember this
I have nothing left in me
Picture design Anumita Roy
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