THE STRUMPET


A Flake and Flare
Her anecdote that none were aware
At the decrement of fidelity and care
She sold herself~
While every man had her to glare!

 Just a fresh folio to tear 
Twinge with no one to share
Rosy maquillage, abyss and despire
She sold herself~
While every man had her to glare!

 No man would ever forbear
Abuse was her only affair
Blister swamped her everywhere 
Howbeit she sold herself
While every man had her to glare!

 Tears now no longer role down her cheeks
Torn clothes and dreams and enticed 
Down and defeated she laid there
While she sold herself 
And you mocked at her and glared!
Saakshi Iyer

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