Flatterer Poem by Ankita Bhattacharjee
Flatterer
Full of sweetness he was;
Like a berry dipped in atropine.
Amidst insecurities,
T'were his words
That seemed divine.
Endless praises he ushered me with;
Ruse bullets they were, who knew?
Endless pride shattered into crumbs
Realization when dawned that t'was all fake.
Like a berry dipped in atropine... soooooo nice a comparison.. divine. Endless praises...... all fake...... realizations that.. we hear, see and experience.... it may be negative but it teaches us lessons for good......... thank you dear poetess for this beautiful poem. tony
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4/23/2024 9:33:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Endless praises he ushered me with; Ruse bullets they were, who knew? it was all fake. the feeling and emotions of a woman when it is offended......... your poem conveys it. thankyou. dear poetess.