Hurt Poem by Tara Chettur

Hurt



U thought of my heart
made of clay
So mould and play
Being nonserious to u was not possible for me
What I craved for is ur intellectual companionship
Which I bet I saw in you
Extramarital long term affair was not in my playcards
Did nt you know
Or Didn't I tell
Whatever I bet on u and ur my friend and I agreed to be your prey!

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