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Trust

Piyush Awasthi


Trust erodes,

With every hit on the shore,

Every try in the tryst,

Girths the oath less clore,

When silence spoke,

How could I hear words of yours?

Anyways, words are 'words',

As they were in the past,

Are in the present,

Will be at my fore.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

These words would lure,

You, into a world unsure,

So until you make your head,

For what might seem allure,

One day of you if you ever,

Knock at my door,

Remember I'll not be there,

For you anymore


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