You behave like an open book and yes I agree,
You are an open book, whose pages are filled with an invisible ink;
At times you can’t even kill a mosquito for me,
But when it comes about my being harmed
you are not less than a gangster
You always say you hate me
But i know that in my absence you love me;
You never show me any love and care,
But if I  shed even a single drop of tear,
your heart even gets flooded with it;

~Krati Khandelwal


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