By Nimisha C
The grip of your hand was tight,
So was my heart's might;
The noise of the tapioca chop stole my sight,
But your words crushed my daydream light;
The odour of the cabbage could defeat a knight,
Way quicker than my innocence could ever fight;
The place marked the colour of my hope white,
While my soul forever lost its bright;
The way you stomped on my worth was not right,
It has put me in a debt of wrath every night;
The shame that I encountered on my way home might have been slight,
But the pride I held up for you got infested with blight;
The embrace of your love can now seem tight,
But all I can feel is the betrayal's bite;
The crows fled the scene to write,
And I will always be, just, quite alright.
By Nimisha C
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