Poetry

Honesty

He had everything one asks for,

All that I desired in my love

He entered my world at a time

When the life was sore and tough

Like raindrops on the parched earth

He came to me as serendipity

Made me feel that he, only,

Could turn my dreams in reality

Good looking and charming as Adonis

He was suave and chivalrous

I thought I was fortunate

To have a beau so fabulous

Handsome prince he had all

The qualities plus modesty

But I found out much later

He lacked a virtue that’s honesty

I’d built the castle in the sand

Crumbled with a single blow

Once again I’m left alone, to die

A death that’s painful and slow

                                                                   ~Sudha Dixit

                                                                    Bangalore, India

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