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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347585" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inundation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do I have here<br>In my mobile? <br>Jokes, Quotes, <br>Poems and Prose.<br>Words of response<br>Buttered with humour<br>Candour, warps of ‘dear’<br>And a seemingly friendly<br>Call to me: <br>I being his ‘buddy’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though he knows<br>That to me, he is<br>No more that friend<br>Of mine I once loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These baubles, trinkets<br>And candies of sugary<br>Sweet smses that he<br>Keeps sending me…<br>Often telling a tale<br>Of how miserable he is<br>And yet he is doing these<br>Things to please me.<br>Does his plight warrant<br>Any sympathy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, Never. Not anymore<br>From me. I’ve had the bitter<br>Taste of his fake friendship<br>When he turned out to be<br>More a foe than a friend -<br>Letting me down in every way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No going back that way.<br>I know if I give in to his<br>Wayward charms, feeling<br>Vulnerable as before…<br>He’ll leave me writhing in pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all my hurt will bolster<br>And boost his swelling pride<br>Of a victorious conquest on<br>The vanquished lover in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let this inundation of his<br>Friendliness continue…<br>Let him play his cards well<br>Now I know how to play them too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve seen his lack of empathy<br>His vacant ‘care’ of empty words<br>The scars of my painful past -<br>Still revive those ghastly memories<br>That so often floods me…<br>In a deluge of silent tears<br>And sleepless nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, he has all the time for me<br>The once ‘busy’ man<br>Who made me await his mails<br>And messages for weeks and<br>Months endlessly…<br>As if he was a VVIP.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I used to query about his<br>Prolonged periods of nonchalant<br>Silence. He used to tell me not to<br>Expect as Expectations beget Pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That very same man<br>Now talks of living life<br>With hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows that he has lost me<br>For ever…<br>So what is the point of all this<br>Hypocrisy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">May be with all his<br>Inundation of ‘feel good’<br>Messages, he is trying to<br>Offer himself some<br>Self-consolation<br>With the hope of a<br>Reconciliation<br>As a lost and found<br>‘Apu’ that I was to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all said and done, <br>I have only this to give him: <br>A Reminder – Don’t Expect.<br>I may cause you pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t you know that<br>Expectations don’t beget<br>Love, care, warmth and<br>Reciprocation.<br>They only beget Pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q>
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In my mobile? 
Jokes, Quotes, 
Poems and Prose.
Words of response
Buttered with humour
Candour, warps of ‘dear’
And a seemingly friendly
Call to me: 
I being his ‘buddy’.

Though he knows
That to me, he is
No more that ..."></div>
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