I was measured in terms of my pay,
 my age, my color before sending me a 'hi',
 like an object, to be sure of the usage
 first its lust, then  came the abuse

 I look back & reflect,
can you return my youth, the heights that I trekked ?
why did you deceive, why the mask?
the lies  before the proposal, why may I ask?

was anything ever true?
was I always missing the clue?
tell me did I lose or did you win?
you broke me in layers, is it not a sin?

Yes, I was unique, I was distinct
and you knew it well
you deserved the xerox copies
never an original... 

P.S.

1. This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
2. April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
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Love,

Chinmayee