She Was Not Grateful Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Like a philanthropist I extended my heart,
To support,
Her with all I had,
Being like a child glad.

Alas! She acted like the sly woman,
In "The Luncheon",
Taking everything away,
Like a hijacker on the way.

How can a person be so selfish?
Perhaps I was foolish,
In helping her selflessly,
In a manner saintly.

After the initial experience,
I could fittingly sense,
What a mistake I committed!
Felt in my heart really bad.

The worst of it all was,
Asking for an act of kindness,
Poignant I was for the second instant,
When she like a mirror broke my heart.