She asked for the tenth pen.
Nine pens, she had already tried on blank paper,
and rejected those one by one, for different reasons.
She had promised herself when she had turned sixteen,
that in the coming times she would calloff the relationship with her man,
If would ever pour a drop of doubt over his intentions.
Her eyes were the witness of his betrayal,
And his confession had put a stamp over it.
And her dearones all, pushing her to edge of her self-respect,
But why was it all dry inside, for her drop of doubt.
Ritu Dimri Nautiyal
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