Why did our paths crossed?
Yours and mine?
I must have done something
Really, really vile
In some long-gone birth
If I believe in Hindu saying.
For I have not done anything
In this birth of mine.
to meet some one like you,
holding so much bitterness
so much anger and rage
against a stranger like me.
A woman masquerading as a man
keeping another entrapped
using pretty pictures of another
using brother and father to help.
Does your heart ever curses you
For the cruel games
That you played with me
heaven only knows with how many more.
for years you kept playing same game
never even bothering about Karma
guess devil’s adversaries think
devil too saves his disciples.
devil never saves his slaves
he lavishly rewards them
as long as they can work for him
then he just dumps them for another.
Sharmishtha basu
16.05.10
This poem is based on a real life story. Two engineering students used to trap boys and girls on internet, pretending to be of their opposite gender and flirt with them remorselessly.
Do they ever feel bad for the things they do?
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