there is deceit
that you can never see.
smiles that were never there.
tears that are due for later.
things that will never change.
words that went unsaid.
days swallowed by nights.
laughters hiding in time.
brutal tales of unspoken Grief.
and finally
there will be a Party.
And if you are not invited
You are the one
-Vinod-
Categories: Poetry
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