Prison

The prison in which I am a prisoner,

is not of iron bars.

Its my emotions and feelings that kept me captive there.

Your memory is a sadist, who inflicts pain in heart.

A guilt free sorry is not what I want.

I have queries to make but tired of hearing sham answers.

Fake promises and honey traps!

Can you give me a reason for that?

The truth can be bitter but better than your fraudulent acts.


Seyashree Mohapatra

A writer and a poet by birth. follow my writing on emotions and reflections

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