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They say good deeds last forever, But perhaps not remembered by the ones we do them for. Blinded by complaint they are ever ready for war. In the hour of need, they tell you “You are the best person alive” Doesn’t take too long to change this, Into “It’s your issue. For you why do I dive?” They forget your laborious efforts, That you put in with all sincerity. They neither understand the pain nor sorrow, Neither depth nor the gravity. But forgiveness is my spirit, I would forget all the bad, I bet. And I keep on doing favours, Only for them to forget.

Written by Ishita Dhawan

-> Best Submission- Rhyme or Reason (June 2020)

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