I sought recovery.
After my first breakup.
Social service attracted me.
I volunteered to teach for free.
Soon, I was back to old ways.
Delving deep into romance,
Finding my lucky chance,
Addiction called me again.
A co-volunteer she was.
And why not? Why not?
Me, she found interesting,
Who doesn't like an artist?
But she was a cold-blooded narcissist.
Yes, bigger than me, bigger than me,
Her pursuits included the world,
My pursuit was limited to her.
What went on in my life,
What she put me through,
What I found myself dealing with,
What I went through during that time.
Tasked with thirteen exams,
Me she had challenged,
Her narcissistic ways,
I cleared them all,
She was a liar,
Had a bloated ego,
I deflated her balloon,
She finally inflated mine.
My HP Poem #2009
©Atul Kaushal
