At the end of mirage street
I set up shop one day
Bits of broken promises
And famished love
Trinkets galore,
my tiny shop soon created a furore
The shop runs brisk
There is never a dull moment nigh
I sit quietly amidst my wares
As the miserable world passes by
Some lies I have sold for a higher price
Some come too cheap
I don’t care if they make you squirm
There are no promises, I keep
And then a mother walks in one day
Her eyes swollen with tears
I tried to sell a lie to her
But then I tremble with fear
For a mother’s heart knows only love
And all my lies burn up and die
I close my shop and sit afraid
I let the moment pass me by
-Rianka Bose Saha
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