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"
Showing posts with label consumer is the king. Show all posts
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Monday, May 13, 2019
You; Me
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A New File
Twenty-seven years are ending here, and a new Word file opens— a blank page waiting quietly for me to scribble my life in any font I choose....
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I am Janaki whose name, can be heard and sung, in Ramayana as the better half. I am the baby, who was digged out, and enthroned in Mith...
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Touch me not; As I will droop, and loose my strength. Touch me not; As I cannot tolerate, the heat and storm. Touch me not; As I am t...
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Being loved — her sweetest dream, A wish she whispered in moonlight’s gleam. She prayed to God with trembling heart, “Teach me love, and whe...