Wounded

I Refuse To Give Up

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

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