In the shadows of the moon's cold gleam,
Lies a tale of revenge, a silent scream.
Whispers in the night, a plot unfolds,
A dish served cold, a story untold.
Bitterness simmering, a heart turned dark,
Vengeance planned, like a venomous spark.
Cold as ice, the eyes that plot and scheme,
In the depths of night, revenge's silent dream.
With patience, they wait, biding their time,
Crafting a plan, like a twisted rhyme.
For revenge is a dish, not served in haste,
But savored slowly, like a bitter taste.
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Echoes of the Ganges
Poetry"Echoes of Ganga" is a poetic odyssey intertwining the timeless flow of the sacred river with the deep currents of human emotion. This collection captures the essence of the Ganga, its serene whispers harmonizing with the joys, sorrows, hopes, and f...
