I gave you a rose,
you kept it close.
In return you sent me
the painful thorns.
I gave you a smile,
you wear it all the while.
In return you sent me
endless tears.
Long back,
you asked me why...
you aren't a part
of the poems I write.
I didn't know then
but I know now.
My mind couldn't,
but my heart read your eyes somehow....
If I loved you ever,
you wouldn't have let me survive.
(c) Archana Bora
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