No more deceiving

Who had been as mad of you as I am?
It is your fortune.
Who were as merciless to me as you are?
It is my misfortune.
I still hate you not and curse you not
But only lick my wounds.
It is you who gave me fire and desire
And made me to rebound.
You are with me in bed as visual aid,
Who alone I fantasize.
Rejection I can bear. Deception who will?
No more deceiving, please.
Until you mend and until you mind
I shall stand to remind.
06.01.2000, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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