His sudden disappearances
No acknowledgement
And turning away from
Her honest attempts
of embracing love
Even when flashes of past
Sometimes befell
Her hoping and taking one step
At a time
With a palpitating heart
Only to meet closed doors
So, she stepped back with
Pain, betrayal, eroded hope
And a wounded soul
But didn’t utter a word
Alas! It was her quiesce
That made them
label her as
A prevaricator
© Sakshi Gangwani
LIVING THE DREAM 