Posted in anxiety, Depression

The proud peacock

She thought he liked only her,
But he liked not her soul,
That longed to be his side,
Left her for another, a cool one!

She waited for him for ages,
That passed like passing clouds,
He did come one day to find her,
And called her stupid!

He walked away shaking his head,
Feeling nothing for her, but pity,
As he moved on long back,
A practical man with dreams!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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