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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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  1. What a beautiful poem, Rianka….Being regularly irregular at all writer’s places I am not familiar with most of the rules,prompts and poets but your name is one of the few I relate with soulful stuff! 😊😊 loved it! πŸ‘πŸ‘

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Written by Rianka Bose Saha

Started scribbling when I was in my teens, and since then its an integral part of my being. Writing is cathartic for me as I deeply feel that there are many words that are left unspoken, uncared for. Eventually they wither away rootless. I try to gather theseΒ words and pour my soul in them. I feel words are magical and healing. I Am glad that I finally found a forever home for my words. So happy to be here !

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