poetry

My Due

Again didn’t get my due ,

a mere tiny dew on the greenish

hue, it was here but now

It’s gone. A due that I

thought I earned , I was

told is now all burnt.

With blank eyes I see,

my share passed on to the

to the shadow on the right.

While I turned to my emaciated self,

the gloated shadow flipped its

monstrous ears , came and stood

this time on my left.

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