The mistrust

She gave me her wallet
And complained to the police
That I had stolen it..

She gave me her body
And complained to the police
That I'd raped her often.

Where has gone the trust
With which we were living
And without which we're sinking?
21.07.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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