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 Well, why do you want to love me now?! 

Why do you call me? Pull me close?! 

Because now I am more successful?! 

More beautiful?! 

Why do you look for attention?!

Crave for my affection?! 

Now?! 

After all the rampage and smear campaign you have run about, 

Don’t you snore the same?! 

Don’t you still look the same?!

Don’t you still smell fake?!

Smile feign?! 

And, pretend that you love me, 

Hold me into vain?! 

But, I know, 

You have no grains of love in your vein,

I know, you have no depth nor breadth of gain,

You only want my attention, 

You want my devotion and surrender, 

I know you can not love anyone but only yourself! 

I know who you are-

A paradox in self-An ambiguous person  disguised,

Your charms are flashy but flaky and fake, 

Your charisma is oblivious and turning red, 

Your spoken words are enigma damaging my brain, 

Your every actions putting a strain-

On my body, 

On my soul, 

On my mind, 

You are a killer in my eyes, 

You killed my dreams,

My honor, 

My spirit, 

My love, 

My hope, 

My peace,

My sanity,

And, destroyed my home- 

A homewrecker you would be therefore named!

You definitely look like someone I know but I cannot take her name, 

I cannot blame her, 

She was the womb of an ambitious ambiguity who would create an entire progeny out of loathsome duality for sale,

 A greedy woman in greed who burnt her creed,

A broker in shard, indeed! 

In pretence- she plays a massive role of saint, 

Deeming too sacred to impede! 

A witch not to be hunted or put on trial-

Cause she bore a few gems not to impeach,

What an ambiguous act of lord, 

She holds a rare collection of brooch and amourette pits,

Everyone will succumb to her charm, 

For she is bewitched! 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 1.34 am, Mirpur Cantonment.

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