The Betrayal

He broke the news to her,
And she listened,aghast;
After a moment herself she gathered,
That had into thousand pieces scattered;
And feared if her emotions showed.
Her dry eyes again produced two drops
Which rested on her lashes long,
Her heart was smothered but she smiled....!
Then turned and walked away,
Her bosom heavy
But her head she held upright.....
May be he'll never care to know
How her heart,that day,died a thousand deaths,
And her hurt pride will never
Let her again speak!

- Amrita Sarkar.
Written on 10 :07 :08

Published in The Assam Tribune on 04 :07 :09