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Breaking the bars of caste & creed

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Breaking the bars of caste & creed
 Societal pressure, she didn’t much heed 
Stripping off cupid’s Armour Inked his name on her heart 
Like a love mark carved on a tree bark 
Yearned this love to stay for eternity 
To let her bloom like a pansy But, he a Judas, with a gaze of devil embezzled her trust,
 left her with the visceral feeling of ruse & outburst
 Dreams shattered, her iridescent life turned black
Eyes bled tears of deceit & pain Her lips normally sweet & pink spat venom
 Still, didn’t stir an ounce of chaos in his Judas’ heart
 He quenched his thirst, for which he’d started this hunt
 Mocked her love to be a crushed dry leaf, his verdict
 Her faith on God’s retribution made her believe crying behind closed doors isn’t her fate to be
 Dusk in her life will see the dawn soon
 She’s a born wildflower fated to bloom again during spring season
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