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After the betrayal
The veggies are being chopped whole day now by me
Lady fingers, carrots, cabbages, cauliflowers and chili.
The mocking eyes of each one make me thoughtful once again
Turning back, seeing them I feel myself bare, so very empty.
Cutting those crosswords, tossing, and then steaming ironically to cook
Lady fingers with their so many chambers attract me, with magnificent look.
I forget chopping them and fancifully recall my family’s previous chronicle
Where there were so many rooms, cabinets here and there made of ivory.
I used to control the entire castle with the queenly authority
The cleaner, the cook, driver and the gardener were always on duty,
All used to serve me, to satisfy me was their prime liability.
Each dust of that palace would even ask me before parting.
Now this poor me, deal only with potatoes, tomatoes and onions,
No room to stay, no cash, no stand-by member of staff, nothing I own today,
All I lost myself for my blind love, believing the gentleman who did betray.
Just a single night, it was raining drastically outside; I was locked at work, 
Returning home I found, I’ve lost everything, the entire mountain love
My love be-fooled me, played with my faith, my belief, grabbed an additional,
Since then I left all, preferred this simple new life, full of fresh air more worthy
I’m now earning my own, far far away, in an unknown town solely, alone,
No family, no love, I’m myself and working in this veggie-cutting industry.

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