By Ananya P Kumar
In shadows of deceit, she danced so free,
A waltz of lies, a cruel mystery.
While I died, a painful agonizing death,
Thorns of betrayal stinging me.
Her eyes, a tale of promises untold,
Yet betrayal's script, in her heart, unfolds.
My eyes, told the tale of discrimination,
Yet, never Amidst shadows, let recognition's spark illuminate.
Her laughter echoed, a deceptive melody,
A symphony of falsehood, sweet and unholy.
Beneath an angelic guise, she sang,
Words of hate, words of Malice.
She was a Seraph's appearance, veiling the devil inside.
In the gallery of trust, she painted fraudulently.
A friend's facade, a bond incomplete.
Words like petals, fragile and sweet,
Fell from her lips, like thorn of a rose
Pierced my heart, like arrows through the air.
Yet, in the ruins of affection's demise,
I find strength in the tears that well my eyes.
For in the ashes of friendship's fading song,
A phoenix of resilience rises strong.
By Ananya P Kumar
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