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Poetry

Trap

Ojas Pawar

I always wonder
If she ever waited for me,
Like I wait for her now.
I hope she didn't,
Cause the regret of a lone chance
of her striking glance,
Would incite me misery.
Still i am tangled,
In the unknown mystery,
If she did wait,
Or I was always the bait.
Now she stays there smiling,
With the one for I was the tempt.
And here I am undermining
The deep melancholy within me
Still I am here beneath

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