Flatterer - Poem by Ankita Bhattacharjee
Full of sweetness he was;
Like a berry dipped in atropine.
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.
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