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Broken Promises and Wry Smiles.

Noted Nest

By Shashwat Thakur



Wry smiles,

Fleeting relations,

Unexplained goodbyes

And tormenting thoughts

Strongly swayed her mind

As she swivelled in her chair

And her eyes struggled to see

Through the murk of the odd night

That was dry with gloom but still wet

Because of the tears she’d wept;

Dark and bleak, yet quite bright

With the glint of malevolence;

Cold, empty and vilely filled

With a dearth of mirth,

The scuffle of feet,


Broken promises

And wry smiles.


By Shashwat Thakur



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