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AN EMPTY SCREEN
My face is but truly a screen, No one knows what is beyond it. My pretty, rosy face hides a Design that is crude and tacit. An empty screen, no emotions, But it does have a painted smile, Which truly hides what’s there inside: Pure selfishness and greed and guile. If my cunning thoughts were ever To be reflected in my face, I won’t have a reputation For my tender beauty and grace! * Written in abcb, 8-8-8-8 format. *Awarded second place in the Rose's Poetry Challenge, "Invalid Item" * Featured as Editor’s choice in Poetry Newsletter dated 21 February 2008 M C Gupta 10 February 2008
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