You bought me from the shop;
You gazed at my price; And
You searched my varieties.
But you didn't test my quality
And you didn't look my expiry.
And when I become a poison,
You thought I was wrong,
But you didn't notice my contents.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
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