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Megha Agarwalla Mar 2014
All of it, every grain of it
Is a simple white lie
Well worded, well voiced
And alluringly expressed
And it has pervaded so deep now
It is deceiving
To me it is the truth now
I was cognizant of it all this while
But the soul inside me
Did not have the courage
Or energy to absorb the fact
That I was lied upon,again
So I played it along
Played it well,
And played it for too long.
To live a lie,
To see it in front of your eyes.
Staying quiet because of
The Horror you see,
That will originate
If you confront about it,
Talk about it,
Just accept it.
Play it with a smile,
And all goes fine.
Megha Agarwalla Mar 2014
Engage yourself,
So much with reading and learning,
That you forget,
What beneath your ribs,
Is aching.
Is breaking.
Megha Agarwalla Mar 2014
It was beating,
It possessed an ache,
It was stitched.
He was breathing.
Engaged in his work,
Wrapping his files,
Answering calls,
7 pm he leaves,
Pays for the bus ride
Opens his home
Eats a crossiant
Sits on the sofa peacefully,
Stitches open,
The ache goes away,
It Stops beating,
He was not breathing.
Police read a text,
Received at half past seven,
"father, I'm not coming back"
Text accompanied an attack
He was not breathing,
Doctors told his daughter,
"He is never coming back"
Too.

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