SHASHWAT'(S) FRIEND?

Friends have turned into foes
Wearing scowl those deceitful eyes
Pass across schmaltzy looks and weary smiles......

Lo! these were the impeccables.....
Polished and prim; unseemingly elegant
Haughtier was their gait than that of an elephant

They offered to all, their smothering courtesies
Food for both the body and the soul
Until their needs turned cold & my empty hands unfolded......

Fun, laughter, play, togetherness......
What past glory and whose happy voice
Would this sorrowing heart of mine want to remember and rejoice....

The day of the jackal shall come
The days of their brandishing conceit will have to end!
Impending narcissisms are for the lord to mend!

~ Annabelle~

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