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What's in Vengeance?


You mocked my credentials.
You nurtured your potentials
At the worldly art of satire.
 You hit me so hard-
The ground under my feet
Gave way to a shame so deep.
I stood silent
With a burning feeling
Deep within my heart.
I wanted to give it back
With a thud and a smack.
But the charm of the fight,
The lure of the sunlight
Adding a bright hue
To the blood in your face
Won’t excite me any more.
You did what you were to do.
You hurt me, defamed me
Crushed my ego
Under your villainous heels.
Maybe that’s what your role was
Maybe that’s what you were sent for-
To purge the I out of me
So that I can search for the sunlight
Running wild and free. 

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  1. Sanjukta2 April 2012 at 08:54

    :) Loved this. Whatever happens happens for a reason.
    People Come, People Go. They teach us valuable lessons in the crude classroom of Life. They leave as stealthily as they come..
    Love them, or Hate them. Believe that it all happened for a Reason. A cause. Or the effect behind the cause..?

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