Deceit

Masks of lure
and we endure.
Performance of beauty
and we turn into objects of pity.
False words of love
but us, we shove.
How much shall we undergo
Till anger overflows!
Masks of lure
and we endure.
Performance of beauty
and we turn into objects of pity.
False words of love
but us, we shove.
How much shall we undergo
Till anger overflows!
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.