"A girl came from Doha last night,
Someone's poem on Phaphalet caught her sight.
She realised it was him justifying about that fight,
Calling her wrong and himself right.
You want someone to be your poem's rhyme,
And saving you from your own crimes.
You pretend as if you got a better sunshine,
Somewhere you also know that's just a cheap dopamine.
Your heart knows who you loved more,
And the truth, your eyes can't even ignore.
The memories linger, the pain still sore,
A bitter reminder of what you had in store.
You tried to hide, but the truth will prevail,
Your words, a disguise, your heart, a fail.
For love and truth, you can't pretend to sail,
When the heart knows the truth, it will forever prevail."
By Samriddhi Jaiswal
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